Life Isn’t Cruel… It’s Just Tested, Leaving Only Scars
I’m not weak...
Just wounded enough to pour my pain into poetry.
No one left me behind—
It’s like the whole world just let me stand alone on the road.
Some keep going…
Without hoping for anything anymore.
Life didn’t break because of love—
It shattered because of questions with no answers.
🖤🖤🖤🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🥷🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🖤🖤🖤
**Hurt So Deep… There's No Question Left to Ask**
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This can’t be...
fate playing a cruel joke.
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Or maybe…
it’s shaping me into a poet—
one who speaks from the heart,
through pain.
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How many more times
must this heart break?
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It’s cracked,
bruised,
wounded in every centimeter.
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And yet—
I’m still breathing,
even if that breath
is barely there.
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I look far ahead,
to the end of the sky...
But I don’t know
where the destination lies.
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Like fog—
I can’t hold it in my hands.
Much like hope,
too distant,
too unreal.
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Should I keep going?
Or should I stop here?
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I ask myself
the same questions
every single day...
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What is it
that I truly want?
What is it
my heart still longs for—
When no love
ever lasts?
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And now...
I ask nothing more.
Not even
why.
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Fern Foreveryoung ✍️🌹🥷
Soft heart. Sharp words!
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💬Have you ever stood at the edge of the road, not knowing where to go next?
Leave the word “Why” in the comments, and let it drift away together.
