I think sometimes you refuse to give yourself time
You feel you need to test your endurance to prove resiliency
But words hurt
People are harsh and naive
Loneliness will be a near constant companion
Your lungs will tire of contracting
But your mouth will always make excuses
You might find a certain thrill to pushing yourself, but someday you really will break
And then what superiority will you hold over everyone when you can't hold your own head up?
I say this once, be gentle with yourself
I say this twice, be gentle with others
I say this thrice, raise hell for those who abuse the latter.
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The Book of Healing
PoetryShe's not okay, but writing it down helps. - Part I: It's time to rip off the band-aid. Poems: slam, traditional, free-verse. The first twenty are not up to par with the others, but this is an ongoing journey so I feel the need to include them...
