My silent comforter.

They said its nice and beautiful,
They said its one of the most wonderful thing on earth,
But i think they forgot to mention about the scars,
And the process to the “wonderful feelings”.
It is not as what they told, as it gave me pain.
Even when the word itself sounds beautiful, trust me its not.
Or maybe whats beautiful is the destination, not the journey.
Because the journey is where you learned
How to smile with a knife stabbed in your chest,
Or smiling while looking at your scars,
Or might be smiling with tears streaming down you face.

Penulis

CathLady
A woman whose mind still wander, heart still bleeding, and soul were full of bruises
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