Love.
Feel.
Hope.
I have enough of four letter words.
To love is to live.
And what if I don't love?
Then I don't live.
Who took my life?
You.
To feel is to fall.
I was told the feelings are for the weak.
But I don't feel, and I'm neither weak nor strong.
I'm just drained.
Who drained me?
You.
To hope is to—
Nevermind.
I don't hope.
I never hope.
You taught me to never do that.
To hope is just the first step of suffering.
Why hope anyway?
If it's just to get them crushed right away?
Why love anyway?
If it's just to get destroyed right away?
Why feel anyway?
If it's just to not right away?
A dawn of hope,
A dawn of pain.
How to suffer:
Hope.
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Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...
