Empathy Poetry

With vulnerability comes power

With pride comes a coward

Perhaps if society made it acceptable to discuss suicide, we would have 800,000 more people on this planet called Earth.

Broken people tend to leave your heart in pieces.

In your silence, I found my answer with peace.

Thank you for breaking my heart. I’ve transformed it into art. I call it poetry.

I have only one direction in life: forward.

He has an old soul

Heart of gold

However, may you ask about his past

Those are secrets he will never unfold

These lines I write

Shall never fully define

What it was like

When you were mine

The facade is a mask we bestow as the curtain rises. The play is our life and we choose the role that is most appealing to the crowd. No matter the applause, we all take the mask off at the end of the show. Bravo you have played yourself a fool. Do not live your life as a masquerade.

Spilled ink is often mixed with heartache and tears.