No one knows the true meaning of pain until they have experienced it with their own eyes,
their own body
their own heart
their own soul.
It is not just the pain you feel when you cut your finger or stub your toe. It is true pain when your heart cries with you. It is true pain when your eyes close with fright, not wanting to see the hurt anymore. It is true pain when your soul dies a little more every day.
Pain is not when you cut yourself and your wrist stings, as the blade slices cleanly through your skin, letting blood flow out like tears. Pain is the thing that made you cut yourself in the first place. Pain made you do something that you promised yourself you would never do.
Pain.
We see it as an excuse. Something to blame our problems on. But in the end, pain has stuck by our side. Pain is that one friend that sits beside us when we are down and has seen you at your worst. Pain understands how you feel because pain itself is your one constant feeling.
Pain is not the act of suicide,
But the moment after when you regret everything.
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Suicide - A Collection of Poems
PoetryHey guys! I just wanted to say that these poems are for people who need help with whatever sad emotion they are dealing with. I will take any suggestions for any topic and if you need to talk, just comment. I am willing to accept everyone. Just rem...
