It feels pathetic of me to write this as I tighten the hinges on the doors of my heart, making sure not a single ache accidentally flows through my veins to the rest of my body and spreads until it takes over me fully and I lose it, breakdown completely.
I want to be able to unlock these doors and unload some of what's weighing me down to someone close to me- but doing that requires me to trust, and I'm not sure I can.
I'm not sure I can put my fragile dandelion heart, in all it's vulnerability, in a random person's hands, for a single blow can cause me to fall down and lose it all, to lose all I've ever built.
I'd rather stay awake at night staring at the ceiling than open up to anyone who knocks on my door, or tries to steal the keys.
My feelings are too burdensome for someone to carry them for me, so I suffer alone, like I've always done.
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Emotional Torture.
PuisiCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
