Why, oh why,
do we feel the need to cry?
Over temporary pain.
The feel of grief is so permanent,
Pertinent, persistent and problematic.
It doesn't matter anymore.
How many times have I cried
over something that made me smile?
How many times was I made the fool,
used like a tool to satisfy someone else's needs.
I know, I know,
I need that pain.
I crave it sometimes,
unhealthy.
I hate it when it's mine,
but sadness is my true best friend.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
Why, oh why,
do we feel the need to cry?
Over temporary pain.
The feel of grief is so permanent,
Pertinent, persistent and problematic.
It doesn't matter anymore.
How many times have I cried
over something that made me smile?
How many times was I made the fool,
used like a tool to satisfy someone else's needs.
I know, I know,
I need that pain.
I crave it sometimes,
unhealthy.
I hate it when it's mine,
but sadness is my true best friend.
Self-reflection on all the ****** up things that have happened to me
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