To Understand My Pain
You really wouldn't understand me not until you are in my shoes walking the same path that I've been taking for the past few years.
You wouldn't understand me not until you've faced what I've faced; brawled with the monsters I've slayed; cried in the opportunities I didn't take.
You wouldn't understand me not until you've seen what my eyes have seen and you've heard what I've heard.
You wouldn't understand me not until you loved the people I loved and left by them.
You wouldn't understand me not until you felt my pain—how it stings in my chest every time my cruel past would flash in my head all over again.
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He Who Cried Words
PoetryYou made my eyes cry but never of tears. You stabbed my chest but it never made me bleed. When you broke me apart, you just gave life to an art. When you broke my heart, you only fueled me to write. -E. Pleuvoir Cover made with canva
