Why does it hurt so much while everyone preach everyday that it is a beautiful thing?
How can something so beautiful manage to break a heart so badly ?
When we smile,when there’s joy,that’s where something beautiful has happened.
But if it succeed to brings pains and tears, how is it supposed to be beautiful?
What’s beautiful about pains and tears?
What’s beautiful about crying yourself to sleep?
Why do others develop suicidal thoughts yet it’s something fascinating?
It comes with challenges , when are they supposed to end??
There’s no way you can suffer without being broken within ,then what is the use of patience while breaking inside?
They preach about patience yet your lane to patience has thorns
It has so many thorns and every step is painful .