How do you walk around with so much pain?
Do you know that there is a different way to live?
A way to be alive without so much aching?
Would it matter if you did?
If you knew that peace was something other people were granted but not you,
No,
you are going to be carrying this for the rest of your life.
This way of life is not living,
it's rotting,
slowly wasting away while everyone around you watches.
So I ask you this:
Does the needle hurt as bad when you're not looking?
Does the pain hurt worse when you know you deserve it?
I could live a thousand days and still burn with the same fire.
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The Boy That Never Forgot Their Name
PoetryStep into the life of a mystery in this poetry collection exploring romance, death,pain, and creatures out of this realm. Forget what you have learned of heartbreak and ghosts because when you walk into the forest I promise that you will know the tr...
