How many more nights should I live through
How many more days should I endure
How many more pains should I feel
How many more lies should I have to say
How many more pages should I write
How many more words should I enunciate
How many more letters should I stack
How many more worlds should I imagine
Tell me for I am lost
Tell me how many more hurts
Must I go through
To emerge to the future
YOU ARE READING
it only hurts when i laugh
Poetry❝𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘭...
