The Resonating Voice Of Pain Inside

The Resonating Voice Of Pain Inside long poem

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Have you felt nauseous that you want to vomit out yourself?
So tense that your muscles find it difficult staying in one piece?
So worthless that you wanted to die?
Well, I have and I can tell you that it wasn’t a rosy affair.
For some, life will be tougher. Accept it.
Think of those moments you have questioned yourself-
Of your worth! Of whether you really deserve it.
Those times when you fought to hold back a tear,
When that song you listened to, made you feel life is over,
It felt so hollow right?- those precious tears,
Each tear like a sharp double edged knife piercing deeper.
Remember those times when that friend killed you inside,
Of that unworthy fellow who beat you to it,
Of that luck that oozed out from your sweat pores,
Faster than water itself.
Those people who told were friends, but were none but masked devils.
Felt the pain? Well have you?
That agony, that humiliation, that loneliness despite small successes,
That nagging person inside you eating you up from within,
That feeling of being stoic that owned you,
And you were a robot just like me.
Remember these moments,
They didn’t come into your life without reason,
Let’s face it- we were fucked by life.
I say, ” So what?”
We are the warriors that are still up,
We didn’t have it easy,
So rise and shine you fool,
Shout your lungs out – be the man you want to be,
Get up, break down and recreate, break down and recreate!!
Felt that moment when you felt love was a curse?
When people hated you and warmth turned into dust?
That moment when bleeding was easier than being hurt.
Well I have too , so you have my sound.
I do get you, and I want you to know-
That i shall hold your hand, and prevent that frown.
We won’t quit, we will give them back,
We won’t seek revenge, but we will get back even more,
For peace triumphs all,
As happiness cures the souls who are lost.
Remember these moments,
They didn’t come into your life without reason,
Let’s face it- we were fucked by life.
I say, ” So what?”
We are the warriors that are still up,
We didn’t have it easy,
So rise and shine you fool,
Shout your lungs out – be the man you want to be,
Get up, break down and recreate, break down and recreate!!
When nobody believed you, when you gave it your all,
And still failed- go back to that moment.
That helplessness- that sorrow- that anger- that frustration,
That hunger-that pain- that urge to seek release,
Yes, I say remember them, don’t forget,
Cause those comprise the fuel that makes you burn firm.
More the darker adjectives, more the force,
One day, one day , one day, I shall fight and win,
And they shall call us champions.
Remember these moments,
They didn’t come into your life without reason,
Let’s face it- we were fucked by life.
I say, ” So what?”
We are the warriors that are still up,
We didn’t have it easy,
So rise and shine you fool,
Shout your lungs out – be the man you want to be,
What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger-
Don’t die without breaking your bones first

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