Its okay.
Im okay.
Im fine.
I understand.
That im only a burden yet you still need me so that you can tell your friends that your daughter is a genius.
That im only your hope to make others awe.
I understand that its a shame to quit.
Dont worry. Someday i'll get used to it.
This heart is currently reconstruct.
To change it from a soft cotton,
To a strong titanium.
To make it unbreakable.
To make it bulletproof.
Everyone has their breaking point.
Mine is nearer.
Every words you spoke make it nearer.
The heart could no longer keep on patching the wounds with the same material.
Dont worry dear little heart, im changing you to titanium.
So nobody can enter nor hurt you.
Dont worry, later there'll be only you and me.
Aint nobody other than myself.
To dear people,
Dont worry, because later this burden will gone.
Forever.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThings that I wrote for when Im greatful, sad, motivated but mostly depressed. Crap English disclaimer!
