The eyes that are the sweetest
prettiest
and nicest
have cried the most tears have seen the worst.
The biggest of smiles
have screamed out for hours
and have asked themselves-
"Why am I here?"
"What is my purpose in life?"
The nicest of people
have been
through hell and back
have been hurt the most
and yet still hold a smile on their face.
But they hide it to help others
they cry at night so they don't feel vulnerable around others
so they aren't hurt anymore.
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❞The Art Of Pain❞ ➵ {Poetry}
Poetry❝The art of pain is as beautiful as rose petals and yet as painful as the thorns to accept it is as accepting being pulled apart piece by piece and still living❞ ((Trigger warning, some mention of self harm))
