you are
strong,
but you are
not
necessarily
brave.
yet you
do not
seem to
fear
the things
many do.
you do not
fear
pain
nor do you
fear
death.
for your
hands are
blessed
by death
himself
and
pain
is your
best friend.
you do not
fear
enclosed spaces
nor do you
fear
of having
no exit.
for you
have been
suffocating
since you
could feel
and
you know
that there is
always an exit,
death.
you do not
fear
hell
nor do you
fear
the end of
the world.
for you
can think
nothing better
than for
life to
perish
and
for you
have already
started to
walk
on a
one-way path
straight to the
devil.
you are not
what i call
strong or brave ;
you have just been through
too much.
YOU ARE READING
Tears For You
Poetry❝ i wished i had said that it was okay to cry, but instead i cried tears for you. ❞
