This One’s For The Cutters.
It’s such a painful thing, to hurt.
To let the biting edge rip sad stories into your future.
It’s such an easy, simple thing to achieve.
Pain. Hurt. Tears.
Instead, why not feel joy?
To feel joy is truthfully knowing
That you are there. Alive.
Joy, this thing
That everyone searches for,
Dies for.
Happiness is never around the corner,
Like pain is.
Being happy is rare.
Don’t you think?
Why not write an optomistic ending?
Instead of ripping the pages from a book
That had so much potential.
It’s easier said than done,
I know.
However, when you accomplish
La felicidade, nothing can stop you.
She, unlike pain, is so powerful.
Once you’ve embraced her,
There is no stopping you.
Hurting is always desperate,
Hollow, depressing, addicting.
Hurting is temporary and when it is gone,
You hurt more. And more.
The sweet caress of unbroken skin,
The air of peace that
Flutters out of you like hummingbird wings
Lifts you into the clouds.
And you are free.
To feel joy is truthfully knowing
That you’re there. Alive.
-Lara Barauna
