One hope in life is to try to find
True love and happiness
The one thing I have is so much love for people
Yet have none for myself
Because of years of pain and resentment
And when it comes to happiness
I pretend to have it
Because on the outside
I'm a happy person with my shit together
Yet on the inside, I'm breaking
And battling years of depression
I'm ashamed of myself all the time
Because I'm just worthless and replaceable
I think this is because my back is the target
For people, I care about to stab me in.
As a result, I've learned the best way
To not get my heart broken is
To pretend I don't have one
And just like my eyes,
My heart has a way of adjusting to the darkness
Because of that, I've learned to be strong
I act like I don't care at all
Nevertheless, it kills me inside
Every once in a while
I need someone to hug me and say
It's going to be okay
I daydream about one day finding someone
That will love me
A million times more than I love me
Which is hardly anything
Hopefully, one day, the love I gave away
Will find it's way back to me and stay
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Poetry for the Heart
PoetryPoetry that anyone going through a hard time can relate too.
