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Chapter 2 - Freestyle Poem draft 1

How hilarious. Or should I say funny.

No, ironic is a more fitting word

the fact that so many of us feel so alone

every time we're in pain, hiding in the dark

So when others pass by, they miss the broken pieces

that were once your body, your heart, your soul

And as you hide away from prying eyes

you feel as if you're the only one that understands

Understands the pain of being broken,

the pain of being in pieces, the pain of being alone

How hilarious. No, funny. No, ironic.

that so many people can feel the exact same way

but yet believe no one else can understand them

Well maybe it's because it's hard to see the broken pieces of others

when they're all hiding too, the same just like you

in the darkness of their hearts, in the shadows of their pasts,

in the nightmares that spread their fears

It's hard to see that some of the people that stand the tallest,

smile the brightest, look the happiest

They're all but children inside each time the pain hits

How hilarious. No, funny. No, ironic.

That people always hide their pain

It's not like it can heal on its own

Most of the time it needs medical treatment

We have therapists for a reason,

The mind is a delicate organ and may need professional help

But it's not the only part that needs the care of another

A doctor to heal the scars of your broken body

Or maybe an artist to paint in colors into the cracks of your heart

so when you give it to someone else

it looks like a piece of art instead of a broken doll

If not at least the help of someone please

Because it's hard to glue back the broken pieces by yourself

Especially when each piece cuts you after each try,

You might feel like giving up but that's why you need someone else

Someone to help you, to encourage you,

to make you realize you are not by yourself, not anymore

But it's hard for people to help

when you've hidden your pain in the deepest part of a war zone,

Hidden behind booby traps and Barbed fence wires

You keep the pain Chained and locked away

Hoping it will never see the light of day

How hilarious. No, funny. No, ironic.

7.53 billion people live on earth

7.53 billion people that are living their life, separate or connected to you

7.53 billion people that are strangers if you believe you are alone

Strangers that might just understand you

Strangers that might want to help you

Strangers that might become your friends

So don't be afraid to show others just how much of a mess you really are

To reveal your hidden trauma that your past has left

To reveal the scars that reality has gifted to you

And mistakes that haunt your subconscious like a ghost

They do not make you weak

or any less of a person that you already are

They speak of your battles and your losses

But at the end of the day you are still the winner

Because you are still alive to show them

They tell others that you have survived

Some might judge you

but that just goes to show that they weren't the right ones

The ones that may understand you are still waiting for you

You might think of them as strangers now

But some strangers are not meant to be strangers forever

We all need to start from somewhere

And sometimes that somewhere is rock bottom

How hilarious. No, funny. No, ironic. No, it's just life.

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