Blood is never beautiful
Yet we were made to bleed
Hearts were meant for breaking
Eyes were made for crying
Hands were made for hurting
We were meant to break
And we were meant to heal
Our hearts will shatter a million times
Yet we must rise
We must pick up the fragments
And make these pieces whole again
Blood is never beautiful
Yet we were made to bleed
Because you have to bleed to heal
You have to break to be repaired
You have to cry to feel happy
You have to hurt to heal
Our hearts will shatter a million times
But we must rise
So take your broken hands
And pick up the fragments of your shattered heart
Blood is never beautiful
Yet we were made to bleed
And with time, wounds are made to heal.
-Lucy
Comments
This is a really interesting poem.
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