Everybody

When there is truth in those words you refuse to hear

Everything hurts,

From your bones to your hearts,

to your veins, blood running through your veins.

When there are lies, white, black or grey

Perforated, accumulated, take your pick,

That fumble through your delicate brain,

Close your eyes, and let happiness rain.

Reviews

[AngelEyes15]

i like this poem alot it starts out dark but has a nice ending , this poem represents the hurt we face but you can always overcome it (: