It hurts when the people you love the most are hurting.
It hurts that you can't help them.
It hurts that they might be crying of agony at this very moment.
It hurts so much that I would rather receive several gunshots in the heart than bear the pain of seeing those people with such agony in their eyes and words; it hurts more than the thought of a thousand knives stabbing me at the same time.
It hurts so much that you wish you could take it all, even if it meant you'd have to die for it.
At least they'd be happy and smiling.
I wish I could take all that suffering and see that joy slowly creeping back into them; see those genuine laughs, those heartwarming smiles and those glistening eyes.
It's so heartbreaking and eye-opening to think that you would give your whole self to see certain people out of their misery; those people whom you would die for without a single controversial thought.
It hurts even more when they think that no one cares for them, that no one would care if something happened to them.
It hurts.
It hurts.
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My Rants
PoetryThis book. Rants turned into poems. My thoughts, my insecurities, my stories. Vomits of words when I am too full of thoughts to keep it in. Might be relatable and merely interesting, that's for you to find out. Might be depressing (most probably...
