Words are fickle when pain is there. Words can cut much deeper, and creates despair.
Healing takes time,
Not one of the lies
That you tell yourself when you say, I’m okay
Not one of those facades you put on, to make the pain go away.
But, it’s a choice.
Something we make,choose to be happy or choose to be sad.
It’s more than a choice
It’s one that all forget to have
Allowing our emotions,Situations,
Those temporary realisations,
Shift us away from the joy we once had
But, if it’s a choice, why is it so hard?