Dear Heart,
Stop caring so damn much. You allow yourself to be vulnerable and susceptible to lies and deceit. You fall for every trap that gets laid out. And for what? To end up broken? You're killing yourself slowy. You think they really care how hurt you are? No. They never have and never will. Stop being weak already. No one wants yo fix you. They won't take pain away. Suck it up, buttercup. You are on your own. Better off alone. Sick of hurting already. You will never get that love. The one you want obviously don't you. Time to move the fuck on and let it go. Stop making me cry. I have had enough of that bullshit. No more. I can't take it anymore. Don't allow anyone else in. Don't let the sweet words and wonderful gesters cloud you. Its a game and you are an easy target. Please stop. We don't need to suffer anymore....
Dear Brain,
Stop with your fantasies. We know for a fact the grass is not greener on the other side. The prince charming you want isn't coming. Stop playing scenarios. Stop dreaming about it. Wake the fuck up. This is reality. There is no happily ever after. There is no happy life. No smiles in the pictures. No perfectly captured moments. Its an illusion. A trap. A facade. Hopes and dreams of this are for weak. Stop being so fucking weak. You're killing yourself. You know that girl you see in the mirror? The one that looks like she's stuck in hell?? That's really you. Not the one always smiling while holding her savior. Wishful thinking will be the end of you. No more jumping on cloud 9 when all you do is fall off....
Sincerly,
Sam
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Bed of Black Roses
Poetry"In my bed of black roses, I feel no sadness. I feel no pain. There is no more darkness. I feel.....at peace." -Manie Personal thoughts of a dark soul.
