I always heard that hurt people hurt others . I never understood it until you made it hurt. You were broken, covered in wounds I didn't make.But you bled on me, and I tried to mend your ache. You bled more and more, drowning me in your pain.
When I spoke up, you cast all the blame. Telling me I made myself feel this way, now I suffer because of my own dismay.
Oh, how blind some can be, to the hurt they can't see
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Whispers of the Heart / Poems
Poetry"Whispers of the Heart " is a poetic journey through the depths of love, loss, longing, and self-discovery. Each verse is a whispered confession, baring the soul's most intimate desires and sorrows. From the ache of unrequited love to the euphoria...
