The pain will come,
Let it visit.
Cry it out.
Vent it out.
Bleed it our,
Then ask it to leave
Do not allow it to build a home. And call it broken.
We aren't meant to be broken forever,
That is a punishment to our hearts and minds.
YOU ARE READING
Life isn't fair.
PoetryIf you can relate to any of these please know I'm sorry.. Your not alone.
