you'll never now how someone else's,
pain is.
sure they'll tell you and you'll try to soothe it,
it doesn't work no matter how soft your words are;
trying to caress the sharp edges of The Broken.
sure I thought I had a broken heart before,
it felt like there's nothing I could to feel like a diamond in there eyes;
My worth was worthless—to him.
but helping others heal from it,
trying to bring out the advice you seeked in yourself to comfort others;
doesn't necessarily work.
Not all heart break is the same.
Not all pain is the same.
But everytime,
It felt like heart break rhymed
with their name.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry is easier
Poesiethis is just something I've conjured up like any other writer, wether it be for entertainment, it aids you or brings to you a greater understanding. I put my emotions and thoughts into this, it's sort of like a weight is lifted of my shoulders when...
