Everyday seems like a violent battle with my mind and my heart. My mind seems to tell my fragile heart that everyone hates me and it would be better off dead, sadly enough my heart believes it. And cracked. Every horrible thought i get or something bad happens, it cracks. My heart is so full of cracks that I'm afraid it will just.. Break. And if my heart breaks, I'll die. And im pretty close to breaking. Can't someone help? People have tried and repaired some cracks but don't stay long enough to help me repair every crack. That hurts but it's fine..
After all my little fragile heart is used to it..
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Garden Of Words, Love, Hate, And Poetry
PoetryRandom thoughts put into words. (Updates will be weird. I currently have no internet at home.)
