Dear diary,
I've always ended up with a self-blame disposition. From all the pain and disappointments the people I love inflicted on me, I always caught myself reflecting, not on what they said but on how I reacted.
I cried because I was hurt. I left to calm myself down. I went home and found out that I was just the one who was hurt by the words they threw at me. Then I realized that I was overreacting.
I am being too emotional. I cried because I was hurt. I felt invalidated. But It's just on me. I was just the one who was hurt and affected.
It's always on me.
I always felt so alone whenever I needed someone. As I cried, there was no shoulder I could lean on. There was nobody; the laughter from them broke the shit out of me.
They are fine; I am not. Everything is okay, and
I am not. Again, it's on me. It's my fault, anyway.
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diary of a broken soul
PoetryThis book is a compilation of poems. This is for those who have a broken soul trapped in a tired, restless body. Every piece of your brokenness will fit in each word, and every part of you will be in every chapter. Be with the book, as it will conti...
