Heart of Moss

Pain

Pain.

Pain is a beautiful thing.
Pain, is the most natural feeling one could experience.
It is what most people would rather feel, because it's the one they experienced the most.

What is pain.
It makes your heart sting
It makes
Tears stream from your beautiful eyes.
It darkens skies.
It makes all the loveliest things in life look like dirt on the side of the road.

Pain can trick you
It can trick you into believing that you are not good enough.
That you are too ugly.
To fat
To loud
To slutty
Everything you may not be.
Because of pain.
Yes what another person said hurt.
But who is a man made with the same bones, same blood, and same skin, to judge you.
You all are the same on the inside
why not on the out?

How can he define your value.
Nobody can tell you what you are worth.
You could be homeless person.
Or a sick child.
But no one can tell you your worth or tell you you are not worth it.

We define our worth, our uniqueness.
Our flaws
I don't even believe we have flaws.
If everyone was unique wouldn't my "flaws" be mine own personal beauty.
My completely different beauty than others.

Why do we have to be attractive to have attention?
What happened to beauty in personality.
Beauty in just love not money and looks and butt and whatever you want to blame for why you are treating people like they are your shit in the toilet.

Well sir how would you feel if you were treated the way you treat people.
If you were talked to the way you talk to others.

You would feel the pain that makes others overdose, commit suicide, murder.
Go mental
How would you feel as a friend, loosing someone you cared about to pain. Because an ass in the world like the ones who judge, hurt them.

And as much as you tried you were to late.
There limp, cold body lay there in a mess of blood.
Literally spewing out all of the words of hate they received.
Crying out to you as of why you couldn't help.
They eyes open in fear in desperation.
Your body covered in blood and tears.
Trying to wrap around the fact that you could have saved them.
But you couldn't.

They already gave up before you could even help.
They gave into pain.
They gave into society.

Why do we have to be perfect?
Why can't we be naturally ourselves.

We can't keep loosing people,
Then at the end you want to apologize.

Stop being so goddamn selfish and think of others.

But
Just
Ugh
I don't even know anymore
Pain.