Life's journey is paved with tears and pain, A path that's lined with heartache, and love in vain. Comparison's a curse that we can't help but bear, A weight that's crushing, leaving us with scars to share. Most will hurt you, tear you down, and walk away, Leaving you shattered, with nothing to say. Tears will be your daily bread, your heart will bleed, But still, you'll rise, though wounded, and plant a seed. For in the midst of turmoil, when darkness closes in, There's someone who sees your worth, your heart, your skin. Someone who'll listen to your story, and hold your hand, Someone who'll be there for you, through life's turbulent stand. Don't let the tears you cry be seen as weakness or shame, For holding them inside will only cause more pain. Take time to think, to breathe, to heal, to mend, Remember, you are precious, your story's not yet at its end.