Pain
It's all I feel.
It's all I'll ever know.
But,
Pain
Has made me stronger.
It makes me who I am.
It's strange how,
Pain
Becomes your own anti venome.
You start to feel comfort in it.
Yet,
Pain
Is meant for suffering.
And tradgic endings.
Somehow,
Pain
Became a safe haven.
Where I let it indulge me.
This 'evil',
Pain
Turned into my relaxation.
A reason to let go.
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Poems, depression, suicide and me.
Poetryall of these poems are mine so please don't steal them (: some of these, scratch that, most of these are going to be triggers.
