Real pain isn't physical.
It's not something that band aids and painkillers can fix.
Real pain is hating yourself for being weak.
Real pain is crying yourself to sleep almost every night.
Real pain is that ache in your heart that never goes away.
Real pain is hating what you see when you look in the mirror.
Real pain is crying over every single thing wrong with you.
Real pain is when others think that you're the strong one when really you're the weakest person you know.
That is real pain.
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Words From a Broken Soul
PoetryThis is stuff I wrote when I had deep moments of depression, inspiration, pain, and what I wrote to keep myself from relapsing. This is an inside look to my inner-self. Enjoy it and make sure to leave me feedback!
