Sometimes I don’t want to write
Expressing pain is a tiring experience
Too much time spent
In fact wasted on feelings of horror
I need a break
I need to get out of my mind sometimes
Sometimes the ocean breaks on my face
Sometimes emptiness occupies my heart
How many tears are hidden in bedrooms
In bathrooms
Behind beautiful smiles
Straight faces
How many times was the pen a doctor
How many times was consultation on paper
How many times has self worth been forgotten
Self love been shunned
How many times shall pain be experienced until we heal
Diverse 
Wow the authenticity in those words, I can relate. I love the gloomy images they give a vivid picture to the story. This poem carries a powerful massage. Thank you OMANG DIVERSE
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Wow thank you so much Makhosi. I really appreciate you in my life
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Woahhh this is amazing!❤❤❤
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