They ask me why I stay
Tell me it's not healthy
I should be independent
But they don't know what I do
I stay
And I endure the pain
Because only I can
My purpose in life
Is to be exactly where I am now
I can't explain it
It's an instinct
As pure as survival
It just makes sense
Through this experience
I have been taught strength
And in return
I gave love
Not everything
Will make sense to everyone
But just because you would leave
Doesn't mean I should
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Author:
Birddie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 1st, 2021 02:07
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Beautifully said, Birddie! So often we think that giving advise is a good thing. But sometimes it is not! I just recently published the poem "Bad Advise", you might want to have a look at it.
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