Pain makes us grow,
Pain makes us know,
What life really is,
And what death would never bring.
Scars decorate me,
Each telling a different story of pain,
Some by others, some by me.
I try to stop, but something else comes up,
I try to scream, nobody hears,
I try to shout, nobody cares.
Pain makes us grow,
Pain makes us know,
What life really is,
What death could never bring,
But pain can also be what slowly kills us, and leaves us as nothing but shattered beings.
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Pearls
PoetryJust pearls, blossoms, Daisy's, diamonds, emeralds, topaz, rubies and pearls. Soft water drops, shinning stars, mountains filled with roses, and fields of wisteria that's what this poem book is all about. Cover made by the amazing @daisydotdoodles.
