Unfortunately,
nothing in this world is pure.
You can give and give until
you've actually given everything,
but they'll still want more.
I've learned long ago that
love is not a cure.
I ask myself,
How many times can one heart
possibly break?..
And with nothing left
after losing everything,
how is it even somehow possible
that from me people continue to take?..
Honestly,
most people don't even know
that I am broken,
or have any idea about just how
damaged I really am,
and the fact that my smiles
are actually fake.
It's not so easy trying to hide all of
this pain behind a pair of big blue eyes.
Although then again,
No one ever really cares or understands
the tears that a CryBaby cries.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
Unfortunately,
nothing in this world is pure.
You can give and give until
you've actually given everything,
but they'll still want more.
I've learned long ago that
love is not a cure.
I ask myself,
How many times can one heart
possibly break?..
And with nothing left
after losing everything,
how is it even somehow possible
that from me people continue to take?..
Honestly,
most people don't even know
that I am broken,
or have any idea about just how
damaged I really am,
and the fact that my smiles
are actually fake.
It's not so easy trying to hide all of
this pain behind a pair of big blue eyes.
Although then again,
No one ever really cares or understands
the tears that a CryBaby cries.
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