Why do I think I can do these things when I know I cannot?
Why am I such a heartless bitch?
Why is it that I don't feel anything?
Why can't I feel romantic love for others?
Why is it that the only love I feel for the people in my life is platonic?
I try to be proud of what I am.
But in the end I just end up hurting more people.
It's happened before,
And I am waiting for it to happen again.
I feel romantic love in theory. Like with characters; fictional beings.
But I have yet to feel it with someone real again
I try so hard to make myself believe that I am capable of falling in love.
But it always ends horribly
For everyone.
~S~
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PoesíaA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
