It's a little different to the stuff I usually put up here but this is a poem I wrote last week while endeavoring like a hyperactive hamster on a wheel to avoid studying...Enjoy. :)
If
you’ve never stayed up late, waiting for a reason,
Or felt a type of hurt that was reminiscent of rain,
If you’ve never felt ashamed by darker thoughts,
Or crucified by the what-if’s inside a ticking brain,
Then I feel a little bit of bizarre pity for you,
That you’ve never held on through storms and war,
That you were never cut open by life’s turns of fate,
And watched the wounds bleed clean onto the floor,
‘Cos I’ve sat outside to feel the cold seep through,
I’ve worn the crown of thorns on my head,
I took a walk to think of bittersweet experiences,
And tried to block out thoughts of insanity and dread,
And you haven’t lived until you’ve wandered a little,
Strolled down that deep, dark, awful, taboo path,
And then went through the gentle, almost friendly realization,
That it’s never too late to turn around and come back,
Because it’s those experiences that break us,
Ironically, they’re the things that make us whole,
So never trust a person who doesn’t have cracks in their halo,
Bruises to hide,
Or cuts in their soul.
