Destruction of the heart is inevitable; you’re bound to be hurt – earth shattering devastation, despair, trauma – heartbreak.
Fragile, delicate, handle with care, the warnings were there, why did you not listen? Is this a game, is my life a game?
Riddle me this, why are my feelings invalidated while I have to tiptoe around your ego?
I am suffocating in this imbalance.
I’m lonely yet surrounded by people. I am inconsequential, yet needed by so many, replaceable, yet invaluable. These are ironic at best and cruel at worst.
Yes, destruction of the heart is inevitable; my heart is broken. I am broken.
Only for now.
I will piece myself back together; I will persevere because I have to. I have done it once and I will do it again.
You think you define my life; you think I will never move on? You’re a landfill you feed on the pain of others, building yourself up on the remains of those you destroyed.
Narcissist.
Do not lie to yourself, you are the problem; you’re the one who will not recover from being broken.
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