I break my own heart with hope
that it mends stronger,
and that others reach out to help.
i cling to false independence,
and bitterly bite back blood and anger,
sadness and complacence.
i create a fortress in my mind,
constructed, brick by brick,
to shield me and complain
when no one finds their way inside.
i'm not sure what i hate more-- everyone else?
or me.
Jul 16, 2023
Jul 16, 2023 at 2:40 AM UTC
I break my own heart with hope
that it mends stronger,
and that others reach out to help.
i cling to false independence,
and bitterly bite back blood and anger,
sadness and complacence.
i create a fortress in my mind,
constructed, brick by brick,
to shield me and complain
when no one finds their way inside.
i'm not sure what i hate more-- everyone else?
or me.
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