BY. NEDYNIA MARTINEZ AKA NHM @NADYNEZWORLD
A VERY SPECIAL PERSON TOLD ME ONCE, IF I NEVER SUFFERED I WOULD NEVER HAVE BECOME ME...
I WANT TO DEDICATE THIS PIECE TO ANYONE WHOSE EVER DEALT WITH A TRAGEDY THAT WAS ALMOST TO HARD TO BARE!
The morning sun shines a light irresistable to the curious eye.
It allows imagination to frolic in the depths deep within the mind.
For some it is the sign of a new day, and for others it's a sign that a new day
brings forth yet another emotional war to attempt survival.
Life promises little too human kind, you live, you love, you suffer, you die.
Seems very vulgar, very bleek, but imagine the pain of those to weak.
Those whose pain was to grand to speak, as they inhaled overdoses, and
watched the blood from a severed wrist leak.
The sorrow is uncomprehendable, but with our naked eye, you and I have
watched someone drown in sorrow a time or two. We ignore the signs
of a broken heart to protect our faces from the burn of tears.
We hide, cowardly avoiding responsibility, we let the weaker vessel desolve
and we do nothing, we say nothing.
Mother's lose there children, sickness steals lives, poverty depresses societies,
hunger still exist in our grand remodeling of modern culture. Our animals, our people
our children everyone at risk, and yet nothing changes, except for the days on our calenders.
We've become robots in a matrix designed as a maze made in circular motion, with no out.
The tunnel is dark, it's cold, and it seems unbareable at times but the only failure worth
nonexistance is the relinguishing of all hope.
If hope cease to exist, every lesson has zero value, every pain has no worth, and our very
existance means nothing at all.
No we do not want to suffer, no we do not want to drown in our tears, but if we lose hope
that a plan even exist, the devestation of such emptiness is boundless!
It's easy to give up, it's easy to throw in the towel, but the strong don't always survive
and yet were given the hope to get back everything we've lost, we have the hope
to see those we've lost. Refined and renewed, without the pain that seperated you initually.
So if surviving my pain will bring back what caused me my pain in the first place is all
I have to do, just sign me up because I deserve it after all I've been through.
You deserve Hope, you deserve to smile, so Pray, Be strong, have hope, A better day will arrive, and
the sun that shines so brightly for your curious eye, will soon regain it's beauty again!
I EXTEND MY SYMPATHY TO ALL WHO SUFFER FROM LOSS.. WITH LOVE AND ENDLESS DEVOTION THE Q.O.B NHM
A VERY SPECIAL PERSON TOLD ME ONCE, IF I NEVER SUFFERED I WOULD NEVER HAVE BECOME ME...
I WANT TO DEDICATE THIS PIECE TO ANYONE WHOSE EVER DEALT WITH A TRAGEDY THAT WAS ALMOST TO HARD TO BARE!
The morning sun shines a light irresistable to the curious eye.
It allows imagination to frolic in the depths deep within the mind.
For some it is the sign of a new day, and for others it's a sign that a new day
brings forth yet another emotional war to attempt survival.
Life promises little too human kind, you live, you love, you suffer, you die.
Seems very vulgar, very bleek, but imagine the pain of those to weak.
Those whose pain was to grand to speak, as they inhaled overdoses, and
watched the blood from a severed wrist leak.
The sorrow is uncomprehendable, but with our naked eye, you and I have
watched someone drown in sorrow a time or two. We ignore the signs
of a broken heart to protect our faces from the burn of tears.
We hide, cowardly avoiding responsibility, we let the weaker vessel desolve
and we do nothing, we say nothing.
Mother's lose there children, sickness steals lives, poverty depresses societies,
hunger still exist in our grand remodeling of modern culture. Our animals, our people
our children everyone at risk, and yet nothing changes, except for the days on our calenders.
We've become robots in a matrix designed as a maze made in circular motion, with no out.
The tunnel is dark, it's cold, and it seems unbareable at times but the only failure worth
nonexistance is the relinguishing of all hope.
If hope cease to exist, every lesson has zero value, every pain has no worth, and our very
existance means nothing at all.
No we do not want to suffer, no we do not want to drown in our tears, but if we lose hope
that a plan even exist, the devestation of such emptiness is boundless!
It's easy to give up, it's easy to throw in the towel, but the strong don't always survive
and yet were given the hope to get back everything we've lost, we have the hope
to see those we've lost. Refined and renewed, without the pain that seperated you initually.
So if surviving my pain will bring back what caused me my pain in the first place is all
I have to do, just sign me up because I deserve it after all I've been through.
You deserve Hope, you deserve to smile, so Pray, Be strong, have hope, A better day will arrive, and
the sun that shines so brightly for your curious eye, will soon regain it's beauty again!
I EXTEND MY SYMPATHY TO ALL WHO SUFFER FROM LOSS.. WITH LOVE AND ENDLESS DEVOTION THE Q.O.B NHM
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