When you open your heart it shall be broke. For those who can still breath words will scar you and steal whatever is left of you. Taking every rich memory and thought turning it to emotional debris. Piling up, up, up until the tower falls down. And when the crap is all down on the soft flesh of your heart its sharp sides will rip right through.
It will leave you flat and empty, someone may contain you for a slight moment but they never really have your love because it flowed away with the river of hate... Your mind will become a desert, still, not even a storm could pass the barriers of your pain...
You will have to build a mask to hide the giant empty hole that was once your personality, you are no longer special, you must be able to blend before anyone can notice that you are just as empty as they are. Everyone is just like you, but they think they're pain is a secret and build a mask that is merely the reflection of yours.
You must not let people notice who you once were, because the difference between the future and past is large. One who judges you sees what you really are, a mass of pain, disgust, hate, you are them. People say everyone is unique, but if we're all unique that makes us all the same. You must be able to control your rage like everyone else or you will be outcasted, the only figure who stands alone is every breathing being.
You are surrounded by you, take to mind the feelings of others who bottle their "emotions" just like you, originality has become a bore to society and to every other.
YOU ARE READING
Kill Me
PoetryThis is another poetry book, but is more based off all the mistakes I have done and not random stuff that constantly flows through my head, some of the poems (I guess they're poems) are also swirled and twisted ways I view the world.
