Is there a point to pain?

No. There is not.

Sometimes it hurts so bad we growl out feral death wishes and sometimes it feels like we are soaring fast and high
Invincible to harm or sadness

Happiness doesn’t need sadness or the pain. We would stay joyous and free if we could, forever

But we can’t. That doesn’t make hurt heroic. If someone trys to tell you otherwise, tell them to go fuck their self

From the rest of us

Author: annieepoetry

I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs. Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write But Becareful lovers tell zingers and often break hearts Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI

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