Return that smile

so you cried, lamented, did them all and I assume you also rested. so now, smile again.

Let me guess, your pain is love-related?
were you betrayed? forced to leave? or just dumped then hated?
That's not the case? I'm so sorry I'll make another guess
You've committed a sin, paid for it, yet it is still cruel to confess?
No? then it must be death taking something dear from life as usual
This kind of parting always hits so sudden, making even the strongest hearts so fragile
Again, I'm off topic? forgive me, but there are just too many reasons for sadness
I wish I could say the same about happiness, though I know it's harder to be colourful than colourless

And perhaps I failed in guessing your pain, yet what comes after it needs no clairvoyance
Its either one of two outcomes decided by you alone, and you better do it with patience
However, if you're hasty then this brings us to the first possibility: darkness
A state of mind in which you blame your shortcomings on pain, turning you so reckless
"I was betrayed, I was hurt, I was denied" and such words you'll love to say
Sounding like a broken record, you'll refuse to think, believing you're owed things without needing to pay
And if things turn sour again? screw it! you'll either whine some more or surrender yourself to death
Either addicted to victimhood or drugged by unnecessary hatred and in both cases: you're wasting your breath

But should you hold on to wisdom, should you acknowledge that fortune and misfortune are intertwined
Then you'll find yourself in the second option: salvation, and what a beautiful outcome it is to find
You won't be forgetting that pain, but you'll accept its existence
Until eventually it becomes a distant memory, one that hopefully you now understand its significance
Soon after that you'll find funny things again
You'll first refuse to laugh, fearing to make light of that pain
Yet you'll remember that it no longer hurts as much, giving yourself permission to crack a smile
It will sound weird, like since the last one it's been a while
And by time you'll laugh again, hopefully it won't be long
But even if it will be: you've already been patient, with waiting some more there should be nothing wrong

No one said it's wrong to hurt when you've been wounded
But to live It's better to seek a doctor than to sit there silently as if muted
And you'd rather have a doctor who heals, not one just saying:" wow you're scarred"
As sometimes, recovering can depend on those around you. and it' better if they don't make things hard

So make the choice, for this one is totally yours
Would you rather be a phoenix that rises from the ashes and soars?
Or make your life one giant dark coffin?
Be wise for some decisions are life altering, and personally I'd pick the one that leaves me peacefully laughing