They have scars
They have bruises
Both physical and real
They try to hide
They run away
From the pain they feel
They're not broken
It's their hearts that hurt
'Cause they've been beat by the world
And left in the dirt
But they get up again,
Brushing off the dust
Standing single and strong
Against the wailing gust
They've been hurt
They've been lost
They've cried rivers
But they're strong
They go on
They're survivors
[I think this is one of my more positive ones... It sort of reminds me of Superheroes by The Script.]
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The Mixed Bag
PoetryMixed Bag - Something that has both good and bad parts. This is my mixed bag of poetry from the mixed bag that is my mind. Highest Ranking: #415 in Poetry [May contain dark content. Read at own risk.]
