There was once a happy heart. A healthy loving heart. The heart was carefree, kind and selfless. The hear loves wholeheartedly. The heart gives without asking for something in return.
The heart was surrounded by things that could break her, the heart prefer to call them as; friends. The heart doesn't care, as long as they are around. As long as she's not alone. As long as she doesn't feel as lonely as possible, the heart would keep them close. Even after knowing what her 'friends' are capable of.
The heart has been betrayed, lied to, compared, judged, mistreated and left alone by those she call as friends, countless of times, yet the heart doesn't protest. The heart tried to stop them from abusing her. The heart tried her best. But out of her fear of being alone, the heart became a martyr.
The heart let them. The heart let them destroy her. The heart's friends draw a knife right into her. Cutting her in half, leaving her alone and broken. The heart was tore apart by those she trusted the most.
One night, the heart was sitting alone, gazing up in the sky, cold air brushing against her bare flesh. The heart finally snapped. The heart realized how tired she was with everything. And that's when a tear fell from a broken heart.
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Chaotic Mind and Broken Soul
Non-FictionCompilation of unsaid thoughts. Read up, and maybe then you'll know what's going on.
