It was a dark place
One with many names
It took up in
But all it gave was pain
They were called an imperfection
A speck of dust
Then they cried out "Names will never hurt us"
But it was exactly those words
That got them there to start
Exactly what penetrated their perfect world.
How can you hate what you created?
How can it be this place you banish them?
Why can't it be this you destroy?
A messed up world is what we fear
Yet too many of us take refugee here
Too many cant't escape
And I am one of them who can't leave this place
It's called self harm, self hate, addiction and pain
It's what nobody could possibly understand unless they themselves have been touched by its stone cold hands...
And in that case
I'm so sorry
Because you, like me, like so many others
have come fact to face with depression
YOU ARE READING
The Pain We Face
PoésiePoems 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.
