No pain no gain,
so they say.
But what if your pain,
your love for it,
sets you back instead.
What then?
What if you have to lie?
And say it was some brambles.
What if it makes someone cry?
And they hurt now.
Scars to hide.
Wounded pride.
What gain is this?
Not much.
So don’t be like me,
leaving marks you can see,
cause your pain blocks out more pain.
Get help.
Go to therapy.
Take your meds.
It’s worth it.
Cause there’s enough pain,
in the world.
You don’t need to try finding more.
Do what I say,
and I promise you.
Good things will be in store.
Poetry