He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come

Dealing with the dangers of life,
Each day alone through stress and strife
Pray to god to sort it out
Remembering what brought it about
Everyday in lives tough test
Securing a future neverthless
Seeing its secrets  and letting them go
In life itself and the world we know
Only thinking that maybe soemeday
Nice things will happen like peace we pray