It Hurts

I could tell you it’ll be okay,
but it’s not, and that’s okay
It hurts and it’s not your day
at least you’re alive in the fray

We all have doubts and pain
we’re all getting wet in the rain
you live life once it’s never the same
live it twice and get nothing but pain

No one’s left to save the day
you search to find your own way
when your life throws a rock
pick it up and throw it back
Because you’re brave enough

Stoic Poetry

One thought on “It Hurts

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s