Why do people come into my life?
What impact do they make before things go bad?
What's the essence of friendship without trust?
Not a single ounce of love?
Why do I keep putting myself out there just to end up getting hurt?
Am I forcing friendship on people that only need me in their time of trouble and nothing else?
Am I an object that is to be used and dumped ones it gets old?
Is that all I'm worth?
Isn't a friend suppose to be someone you can share all your pain and heartache with?
Then why is my own case different?
Why am I the only one doing the loving and caring?
Why does my heart keep winning? I wish I can shut it down, turn it off and let my brain win all the battles.
Maybe then I wouldn't keep getting hurt.
©️Mary Samuel
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PoetryA COLLECTION OF POEMS. Contains all the feelings buried deep in my heart and soul. Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity. ~William Wordsworth Poetry is the rhythmical cr...
