His eyes are the ocean, it smears salt into my wounds despite the salted tears and dreading pain that came with the package, and that day he wanted to kill me.
He stood behind the trigger that brought me pain and watched me screaming, begging him to stop with the torturing. It all fell into deaf ears.
But before he pulled the trigger, he whispered to me, "You know what I am. I'm the reason you stay up all night crying, hating the world and wishing you were dead. And I want you to know that I'm necessary. I'm life. You might not understand me now, but one day you will."
And after he pulled that trigger, I still didn't understand what he meant but when the wounds slowly sealed up, it hit me.
Just like how the ocean heals wounds,
with great grief and pain comes healing.
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SILENT TEARS ✔️
PoetryGuys, I can't tell if I'm a sad writer or just a sad person. Enough about me. No one cares, right?? But I care about you enjoying the poems I've written for you *sobbing*. So grab a tub of ice cream and a box of tissues, and dive right into it! H...
