No one can know what the pain is like Seemingly alive on the outside Dying on the inside The laughter, false smiles, and lies They all conceal the inside So afraid So very afraid of letting anyone see the pain I have to be strong They won't understand They can't understand I won't let them see the tears I am alive on the outside But dying on the inside
What could this pain possibly be from? If you want people to understand , you have come to the right place. The more you write the better you feel. but now you've touched the heart of the resident roaming harmless preacherin me. PLEASE PRAY: Dear God I don't know what the source of the pain is for meg but please come into her life and free her from it,show her the peace the joy and the hope and love which is you and in everyone of us through the Holy Spirit through your son Jesus Christ,Amen.
Welcome yet again to another newcomer, I'm glad you've chosen to share your pain rather than keep it inside!!! Just remember that in all honesty...everybody needs somebody when things get rough, don't be scared to open up!
Open arms can be the most fragile in the world...
Welcome to Passions, Meg! Wonderful, well expressed poem! I, too, have found that the best way to deal with pain is through writing! Again, Welcome to Passions and check your email for a special surprise!
And slight is the sting of his trouble Whose winnings are less than his worth; For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.~~~Alice Cary, ~Nobility~
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