I was once asked, what was 'love'?
What was trust?
What was happiness?
What was passion?
Truth is, I don't think I know the actual meaning of any of those words..
I thought I did..
Truly, I thought-
But I couldn't feel it, I tried -
With Harry..
I thought I needed love,
To be loved by someone..
But turns out, I don't.
I don't need any of that, why?
Why?
Because those words and emotions
Weren't for people like me.
People like me, were bound to be alone, even though we feel we have people around us.
We were always meant to be alone,
We couldn't express ourselves well, and we were considered as weak- cowards.
I might have been a coward, I might have been weak,
But not anymore.
I fought to live, I fought hard
To love.
But, I don't what love anymore,
I want something real.
Something I haven't experienced before,
Something that fairytale never portrayed,
That's what I want.
Scars made me broken,
Physically,
Emotionally,
Mentally,
Spiritually.
I couldn't do a thing,
I was numb,
Numb to pain
And tired of life,
But then I wanted to live,
Live for those who cared,
Tess, mum, dad-
And..
Pink.
Love,
❣️❣️
Xx.
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Scarred
Romance▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ Previously ''Hired To Love Me''. ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ It all started with a lie. The mysteries of life were beyond us, they had us wondering.. Wondering of our tomorrow- our today, our past. I was a bargain, whose buyer was a...
