beauty from pain

You don't know me. One mistake means nothing, its how i choose to fix it, or learn from it that really matters. Why regret, you can't change the past. Why plan, they never work out anyways. Why complain if your not going to do anything about it, your problems will soon become a mute to the ears around you. If all your going to say is "i wish", "i hate", "i love", shutup, i don't want to hear it. Everyone gets hurt, at least once and a while, some more so than others, but i guess thats just a part of life, and a part of being in love. We all hurt, some hide it, some cry it, some tell it, some show it, me, i write it, i dance it, i sing it. I know all this is worth it, all the tears, all the heart break, all the pain. What doesn't kill me, will only make me stronger. After all this has passed, and i've cried my last, there will be beauty from pain.