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As soldiers at war We arm ourselves with guns and bombs Wearing bulletproof jackets to protect our hearts Leaving trails of liquor As we throw shots in the air Fighting against pain and it’s army Taking revolving shots till we see pain go down And then we rejoice at its fall Dance with excitement And live beautifully But then pain shows up disguised as a gift We welcome pain in unknowingly And it begins its work We feel it holding us hostage from within Squeezing our throats and turning our stomachs Tormenting our minds And breaking us gradually Till we uncontrollably bleed through our eyes We struggle with the inward war And gradually lose ourselves to pain Laying on the floor with the inability to move Blinded by tears and hibernated in isolation But the irony We become victims Falling in love with our captor Holding on to pain as it gets tired of us and tries to set us free Having a love hate relationship Torturing ourselves with the struggle to live with pain and let go And so we hold on to pain Cause we are scared of the truth Once pain is gone We lose grip of what we are holding on to We finally have to say “Goodbye”
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 6:16 AM UTC
Pain
As soldiers at war We arm ourselves with guns and bombs Wearing bulletproof jackets to protect our hearts Leaving trails of liquor As we throw shots in the air Fighting against pain and it’s army Taking revolving shots till we see pain go down And then we rejoice at its fall Dance with excitement And live beautifully But then pain shows up disguised as a gift We welcome pain in unknowingly And it begins its work We feel it holding us hostage from within Squeezing our throats and turning our stomachs Tormenting our minds And breaking us gradually Till we uncontrollably bleed through our eyes We struggle with the inward war And gradually lose ourselves to pain Laying on the floor with the inability to move Blinded by tears and hibernated in isolation But the irony We become victims Falling in love with our captor Holding on to pain as it gets tired of us and tries to set us free Having a love hate relationship Torturing ourselves with the struggle to live with pain and let go And so we hold on to pain Cause we are scared of the truth Once pain is gone We lose grip of what we are holding on to We finally have to say “Goodbye”
#love#pain#relationships#on#move
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ayodeji-m
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 6:16 AM UTC
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