Let me know,
If you want to tell me
what pain is really like.
Every little bit of me
has been cracked,
broken
before.
Call it suffer, call it self-pity.
Call it complaining, call it maintaining
something temporary like pain,
something useless like pain,
something you should forget
like pain.
It stings
It stabs
It hurts,
but what is pain really like?
Let me know,
If you want to tell me.
Is it, when you cry without a limit.
Is it, when you scream aloud at night.
When bones are crushed,
when blood is spilling,
when skin is ripping.
I feel
I do
It hurts,
but what is pain really like?
Every little bit of me
has been broken before.
I don't know
What is pain really like?
I feel.
But what is pain,
what is misery,
what is agony,
what is suffer,
what is war.
Your war,
you fight.
I don't fight.
I don't know.
I feel
I do
It hurts,
but I don't know.
What is pain really like?
What is pain.
.
This didn't turn out as good as I wanted it to. It doesn't sound right. I did leave some question marks intentionally, if you noticed.
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PuisiPoetry about lives and living, your life and mine. The good things and the bad, things you remember and things you forgot. things from the past and things from the future. I hope you'll enjoy! Feedback, suggestions and all that stuff are always wel...
