By the tip of my tongue, I'll try speaking light and soft. With the grace above, I'll do my best to spare the feelings of others. But with this mind full of dreadful thoughts and now feeling cold, I'll speak in what little warmth I have left.
I'v seen mother's put psychological warfare in the little children who will grow up with a mother complex. Fathers who hide between their tail and leave their daughter father-less. I've seen my dear friends, who are made out of stone, become weeping statues. I couldn't do anything expect see the pain I could not empathize with. I don't commiserate to those who go through this. Instead, let them express the rage and the anger. Let them break down until they reach the end of the barrel. Because now, they can only go up. They'll grow up wiser and appreciate it more every single day.
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Love, Lies, & Life Support
RandomPoems inspired by my current events of my life. Will be full of sensitive topics.
