I know I'm loved and cared about but I still feel alone and rejected. Like no amount of time will fix what has been broken in me. And I don't know how long it will take for me to be truly happy, not just in the moment but truly happy and except that I am loving but many people.
After a life of pain you wonder why you go on? Why you fight for some fantasy you can never have? You give up on the idea of love, of peace and happiness. These all become foreign things so far away that you lose sight of them in your pain.
People say your past doesn't define you, but what if it does? What if your past is the only thing keeping you going? That keeps you alive?
Our pain is what shapes us into who we are, good or bad. But who are we? Who cares about weather we live or die? Family? Friends? Neighbors? What is the difference of who cares and who doesn't?
Why does it make a difference? Who are we without our pain?
Suffering is the greatest part of a story. It can make you a villain or a hero. A peasant or a king. But who are we without it? What are we? What do we become?
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The Pain of Love and The Joy of Death Books 1-2
PoesieAfter many years of writing I bring you a Collection of Gothic Poems.
