Jax Ann Newton
the day i died on the inside, the place most important and true.
was the day that i left you waiting, with false hope revived.
life is pain, that is what they all say, but who are they to say?
love is life, that is what we all know, but how can we know if we have not lived?
pain is awakening, that much is clear.
it brings about the things unseen, unheard, unrecognized.
why did i do that?
how could i?
i am so unworthy of any praise.
you say that i am brilliant, beautiful, bold.
i say that i am nothing.
i am selfish, worthless, cold.
i thought nothing about how you may feel,
should i go and break your heart.
only that it would be best for ME.
i am pathetic and have known it from the start.
i can only hope that through all of this,
you have learned a lesson i would rather not teach.
a lesson that all must learn.
trust no one but yourself.
love all except yourself.
and smile always, because it is nobody else's fault.
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