oh how unfortunate this world has become,
the way you can just fully give your heart away without hesitation
and yet the person you give it too laughs and crushes it with their bare hands in front of you.
How many more times will you let yourself get hurt,
whenever you pick up the pieces of your broken heart, the million pieces you hold in your hands as they slowly crumble and get blown by the wind.
The regret in your heart, the blame you put upon your shoulders every time they break you.
you're not at fault but why do you blame it on you?
is this the effect of being mishandled so many times?
is this the effect of having to keep drying your tears even before they fall down your cheeks?
the effect of getting beaten down when all you wanted was to be happy?
The reality is that, no matter how many times you say you're okay, only a few times is it genuine. Most of the time, you just end up fooling yourself more that you're okay when you're not.