Sometimes you just gotta pull on the long sleeve shirt, put on a fake smile and pretend everything's ok. People will suck. And trust my my tolerance for people is wearing very thin. But ya have to lay the razor down and stop to clean up the blood. If you don't your wrist is a fucked up mess. That's how life works. Sure people will tear at your sanity and your strength. But you have to stop and apply pressure. Stand up for yourself. Otherwise you cant even tell where all the pain is coming from its such a mess. I mean sure you can have the bad days. And yeah nights are always brutal but there are those days where no matter how shitty you wake up feeling you just gotta say. "Lets face the world. Not as a fucked up freak like they call us but as strong confident people no matter how scared we are"
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The Pain We Face
PuisiPoems for the people who suffer For him and for her For the people who understand Who know their plan For people who are just having a rough night For people who see or experience the bad in life.
