My dear, you write dark poetry and bring yourself down. Your thoughts are bullies to yourself, and they bring you tears in times of loneliness. My love, stay strong, you'll make it through this dark cave, you'll find the light and step foot onto green grasses soon enough, you just have to keep searching, walking and never give up. My angel, can't you see? You aren't the monster you think you are, you haven't the ugliness you think you have. My sweet, sweet warrior, you're so much better than what you think you are. You're blinded by the darkness and you hide your beauty from those who know it's there. Sweet girl, you're too kind to be hurt, lock away those beasts that roam within your mind. They needn't bring down your mood for you don't deserve to frown, but smile instead. Warrior, hero, healer of us all, we want you to smile, and not stand so small.
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Broken Poetry
ПоэзияJust a bunch of my writings, usually dark but there are a few bright ones hidden in there somewhere... I hope you enjoy!
