DEAR DIARY.
The only person I can trust with my heart is myself,
maybe because I know what I have been through.
I understand that if you have never suffered from a broken heart,
then you have never really known what it is to truly be alive.
I have been through a lot to be where I am.
This heart has survived storms that no one knew I was fighting.
It has been stabbed, cheated, played, burned, and broken but it still stands.
I wish I would be a little girl again because skinned knees are easier to fix than a broken heart.
When the heart is broken you all of a sudden notice how vulnerable and powerless you have become.
I hope that for every time that we get hurt or heartbroken,
there is something somewhere being written to make up for it.
Hearts take time to mend,
wounds take time to heal,
reality takes time to accept.
So it's true when all is said and done,
grief is the price we pay for love.
You ask everybody you know: How long does it usually take to get over it?
There are many formulas. One year for every year you dated.
Two years for every year you dated.
It's just a matter of willpower: The day you decide it's over, it's over.
You never get over it.
I will wait patiently and wish for this day to come.
Love is never supposed to hurt.
Love is supposed to heal,
to be your haven from misery,
to make living worthwhile.
But it can also be the worst of nightmares.
Love makes us delusional,
but a broken heart shows you a person's true colours.
My tormented mind wants to forget, what my broken heart will always remember.
Maybe it takes a heartbreak to shake us awake and help us see we are worth so much more than we're settling for.
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The Depths Of My Heart
Short StoryA diary collection of my thoughts. At this moment my thoughts are my greatest threat. I can't bare to think of anything but the way my life is taking a huge turn and I have to comply. I'm becoming a slave in my own mind and am trapped inside. My hea...
