These days aren't just
Quite the same
The wind grows colder
The heart grows harder
The memories fade
But we know scars linger
Tomorrow is not for us
Not to be better
Up to the end of days
Pain is grim but it seems
That hurt is more
The things we say
The things we do
To get what we want
Tomorrow is not for the wicked
Nor the faithless
Up to the end of days
It's all but a gruesome cycle
We can't escape
Tomorrow is not for the imperfect
And the hurtful
But I hurt you
You hurt me
We hurt each other
Up to the end of days
YOU ARE READING
it only hurts when i laugh
Poetry❝𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘭...
