From far away,
my strength might inspire you.
But as you come closer
you see the cracks.
You contemplate the weak boundaries.
The scratched walls.
The missing bricks.
The destruction of insecurities.
The corrosion of emotions.
The disfigurement of my soul.
The absence of sparks.
The emptiness of closed walls.
The burns of misconceptions,
in the deserted establishment of my existence.
Scattered in a perfect chaos
and then comes the brutal rejection.
That hurts most of all.
For in the whispers of these void winds are the stories,
that beautify the glory of such haunted occupations.
Unheard by some.
Ignored by all.
........…........
Be proud of your scars. ❤️
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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.
