You strike me as the kind of person
Who has felt a lifetimes-worth of pain
A person who has seen more than they care to remember.
The kind of person who was hardened by time
The kind of person who is really afraid of being hurt again
The kind of person who's afraid of hurting others.
Then you're stuck, aren't you?
Isolate yourself, at the cost of what?
Your happiness, your sanity, your life?
You won't hurt anyone, you think.
But what of the people who you left behind?
Did you know that leaving them alone, to protect them...
Only hurt them. More than you ever could.
Can you go back now?
Is it too late to repair the damage done?
Or are you too far gone?
Will the wounds never heal?
Will the scars never fade?
You keep asking questions.
Unwilling to do anything until you have answers
But you won't get answers unless you do something.
Once again, you've found yourself in a contradictory situation.
Do you wait forever for answers that will never come
Or will you go out and search for them?
You're still afraid.
Of yourself, of your abilities.
Are you ready, to face yourself?
Can you go outside once more?
Find the people you lost, and try to make amends?
You never know,
Maybe, during the journey, you'll make a new friend.
Maybe, when you leave your self-inflicted isolation,
You'll be freed of yourself.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
