I made a promise.
A promise not to hurt,
To keep a smile on my face.
I never smiled even before I met you.
What makes you think I would change,
Just for you.
I made a promise,
To not hurt myself,
But what promise goes unbroken?
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Poetry for the Pained
PoetryThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
