The cut of the sharpest dagger can feel like nothing once the air has been poisoned.
Words are words, aren’t they correct?
They keep wishing away pain; they take the joy and give away the best of friends.
There is no pain in loneliness, only once all their troubles are stacked.
Taking advice from the wrong people, why not take it all from there?
Living isn’t life; the nose doesn't smell, but the eye will always stare.
Is it worth it? Will it be worth it? All questions that won’t mean what they are supposed to once they’ve been overused.
No.
Should they give up?
Let the water spill out of the empty cup?
I recommend, like a friend, taking it from their hands and making it your own crown.
Wear it with the pride of a lion, keep your head high, and don’t let them beat you down.
Will you succeed? Leave it. It doesn’t matter; all now will be present.
The pain will never go away; just wait until it has lessened.
I recommend you don’t wake me up.
Good luck.
- Author: Swiftmansweet ( Offline)
- Published: January 16th, 2025 02:59
- Category: Unclassified
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