heart broken poetry

ME

me

i grew up in a world full of people with the innate ability to be loved, and fun and make people happy.

but in every happy world there is a sad story,

a wrinkle on the smooth surface of joy

and  am the wrinkle

I am have an innate ability to hurt the people i love,

so i do not want to love coz then i will hurt some one then i feel bad

push away all the others ,

and the vicious circle of hurting people will be never ending,

so to protect u i loveth not.

Sometimes somebody else's pain hurt more than ur own,

but i guess u can not understand,

cause only those who were carry the burden

can have strained muscles.