He slapped me across my face
but it was my heart that was scarred.
I was pushed across the room
and it was my pride that was crumpled
I was kicked around brutally
and it was my heart that was bruised.
He threw at my face, the venomous potion
but instead it was my soul that was burned.
Stained with the label of characterless,
it was my innocence that was vandalized.
While concealing the marks of my defeat,
I realized; it was my faith that had died.
Bearing those afflictions, all day and every night,
it seemed; true love was non existent in real life.
The days I was left lifeless on the tiles
the only hope was, I might not see the morning sunshine
With every hit I take, I reminiscence
these were not the promises that were made.
With every glance at the mirror,
I assemble a pile of my destructions inside.
Staring deep in to my eyes,
I look for all the reasons why.
*******
Be stubborn about your happiness. You deserve it.
Even if it's easy for the negativity to take over.
Make an effort for yourself because no one else will
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The Chaos Of Breakdowns
PoetryWe all go through breakdowns. Not once not twice but again and again. Sometimes we stand up. Sometimes we fall hard with no hope. Sometimes we give up. Because when it hurts, it hurts bad.
