This is the way I've been feeling for a while. It doesn't seem to fade. Even though I wish it would.I'm broken in so many places, but no one seems to care nor notice.
It's like I'm there. But I'm not. My heart has been crushed into a million pieces. My soul has been shattered. My Dreams are long gone. In the past.
What do you do? Nothing. You can try to mend my broken wounds. But they won't heal. They'll never heal. And whenever someone gets close enough to heal them. Something bad has to happen. And they become bigger gaps then they have already been.
It's hard for me to love someone because of this. This fear I've surrounded myself in. A fear of losing myself completely. A fear of love itself.
Where is my reason to even be here. I broke my own damn heart because of all my fears. I've been hurt so many times. I've been crushed. I can't handle this pain. I can't handle this depression. The tears I cry. Out of sympathy for myself and myself only. The fact that I choose to put a smile on my face and pretend to be happy. When truth comes to matter. I just want to curl up and cry.
Sometimes I don't even know who I can trust. I've been betrayed by people I trusted with my life. And look where I am now. Slowly trying to dig myself out of this living Hell that was created before me.
Sometimes I don't even know who I can trust. I've been betrayed by people I trusted with my life. And look where I am now. Slowly trying to dig myself out of this living Hell that was created before me.
My whole world has been shattered. And all I seem to do is contribute to it. What's left of my heart do I have? How much love do I hold? Everything was taken from me...that innocence that protects us....was broken....so long ago....shattered into a million pieces...and I was left broken...as he remained standing tall and proud. With nothing to lose. And left my here to slowly die in pain and misery.
