I see their hurt
Through a glass window.
I feel their pain from afar
I suffer more when they suffer.
I try to cheer them
Because I'm trying to cheer myself
It doesn't always work
I'm pained when they're pained
I could talk about my own hurts
But sympathy kills me more than anything
When I see someone else dying
I am the one crying
Not over my loss but their's
When they are graying
I am the one praying
Not for myself but them.
When the storm comes on,
I fear not for myself
But for the one who is afraid.
You can try to hurt me
But you'll hurt me more
If you hurt yourself.
You can try to shame me
But you'll shame me more
If you shame yourself.
You can try to break me
But you break me worse
If first, you break yourself.
This is how I am
I don't want to be this way
But I suffer more for them
Than me.
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In the Depths- The 1st half of me
PoetryHere is a collection for poetry and such. But this one is one non-stop mood and the other book will be more uplifting. So umm here goes. Also some of these may be about my reality or just fiction. I will try to specify unless it's too personal than...