I didn't know being able to cry was a gift, a luxury
Until I tried to force the hurtful feelings through their means.
I just learnt that there were some pains that didn't go away with prayers but were actually strengthened by them.
I want to hope that I can become something stronger and higher but every time I stop myself.
They want me to take on a role that I know will be heavy and scarring when I've been nothing but innocent
It'll hurt me but it'll benefit them
When I'm trying my hardest to preserve my heart and they keep saying they are the ones who protect it
Aren't you the same ones stabbing me ?
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Pensée Of Anemones
PoetryA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers
