So much pain
So much hurt
But don't give up
Never ever give up
Crying is allowed
Even the Divine wept
Look for a shoulder to cry on
If none found,cry quietly into the pillow
Let no one deceive you by personal razzmatazz
Everyone has owned scars
The dark will come and pass
Though it lingers longer
than mortality seemingly can bear
The gathering of the dark clouds
is the harbinger of the 'freshing raindrops
Wear your scars with pride
They are the fodder for your stars.