#WritcoPoemPrompt54
I feel my heart is wrenching and ask myself is it all worth it? The pain... the crying... the anguish...

For years I was blinded to the belief that you must first experience pain before you can achieve true happiness.
That every tear has an equal joy, that every night of sorrow has the promise of a happy morning.

For several years
I ventured into pretentious love.
Left and right mounting, endless lies.
Love that in front of the audience is full of thrill and tenderness.
But beneath the hugs and kisses were the bruises and wounds caused by the painful words of the new -edged knife.

For years
I was accustomed to loneliness, nothing to carry.
From the beginning of the battle,
I knew that in the end
I would go home defeated.
I try to cling to the wrong people.
Or...