When did the pain start feeling good..?

The loneliest people are the kindest.

The saddest people smile the brightest.

The most broken people are the wisest.

All because they don't wish to see anybody suffer the way they do.

Repost this if you are or know one of these people. 70% of you probably are one, 30% of you know one.


Broken souls have a broken mind and a broken body, yet they smile, hiding the silent pain they endure. Even if the pain becomes too much, they try their hardest to stay strong, for those around them. They don't want their friends to worry about them, for their to late to stop them anyways, the pain, the sadness, its to much and they break. They break under the immense pressure, unable to hold them selves up any longer. So they cry, and cry, and cry, unable to stop themselves from falling into their own despair. People always pick on them for the tiny things thats wrong with them, even the silly things like their eye color or how modest they are, how weird. Then there's the big things, saying that their such idiots and so worthless they don't deserve to be alive, to be themselves so they keep taunting, telling them to just end themselves so they might be ridden of their burden. But they don't understand what their saying, how one word could kill that person. So they become friends with knives and other crude objects that promise them to take their pain away by just creating more pain, a stress reliever in their own minds. The blood flows from their wrist, the tears fall, yet, yet they want more, its not enough. So they stand on the edge, the edge of the world and throw themselves into the void, hoping that will end their pain and sadness. So they fall, and fall, until they hit the ground with a thud, blood spills and souls leave their bodies to find the heaven, their only escape from the cruel world in which they were burdened with. Next time you decide to make fun of someone, remember that you may be causing more pain than you wish.