Susceptible to Pain
I tear my Heart open
I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that
I cared too much.
I have lots of scars
And these scars remind me
that the past is real
But I tear my heart open
Just to feel.
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Under The Casket Of Hatred And Oppression
PoetryThese short poems ideas flow from my emotional self. They arrive the same way as dreams do. So always I begin with a head empty of words and let my feelings go flow. Read at your own Discretion
