Please stop hurting yourself my love Let me take this from you Your eyes have yet to see true pain True heartache I can't tell you enough how much better it will be How much harder things will get How satisfying success is How the defeats are devastating How you will continue to pick yourself up And knock your own self down The trials and tribulations are real But the glory is so powerful So prevailing So please stop hurting yourself my dear You will see true pain In a few short years.
Do you ever dread the day? The day you write your masterpiece. Your heart wrenched, blood spilled, gasping for air masterpiece. The poem you were never meant to write. The poem of your nightmares.