All the pain and betrayal,
It shaped her into who she is.
It made her vulnerable
But it also gave her the greatest capacity to love,
Even when she is scared of being abandoned again,
Even when they don't deserve it.
Even when she knows she's gonna end up getting hurt.
She took the pain and let it sharpen her edges,
So that she could protect the softest parts of her heart.
She tries her best to stand tall against the darkness that threatens to consume her,
the voices inside her head that keep getting louder,
Her only ally?
Hope.
But you know what they say about hope, it breeds eternal misery.
YOU ARE READING
The word spill of a messed up mind.
PoetryAs the title suggests, its basically just a bunch of poems or snippets that pop up in my head. ❤ You are that best selling poetry I never got to write, but could only read and fall in love in love with. ❤
