Sometimes we don't think that we're hurting,
But in reality we are.
We think we're ok,
And we're making the right decisions.
When what we're really doing
Is hurting ourselves more than we are helping.
The "healing" was just hiding.
Hurting was feeling,
Feeling was accepting,
Accepting was healing,
Healing was hiding,
Hiding was faking,
Faking was coping,
Coping was hurting.
- Nausikaa Arai
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My Poetry
PoetryAll the poetry that I have ever written. I do updates as often as possible. Lots of these poems are love poems. Sadly tho, they never went to any lover. So um ya, I hope you guys like it.
