There is a curse that follows the good.
The more you love, the more they take.
The more you love, the more they betray.
You stand in silence holding your pain, because you fell.
But that is what strength is.
But deep down, you wonder why me? Why always me?
You sacrifice yourself for people who don’t even care for you.
Yet, you forgive those who cut you the deepest.
I have no intention for a world soon to end, but I keep the scars that they cut me, for the birds of the sky.
You can’t win against someone who has nothing to loose.
The world doesn’t break the weak, but the strong.
It fears those who can endure every single scar.
And it’s a prove that you rise, and choose to stay calm.
I have no hate for a world filled with despair.
For the next time you see this, i…will…be…dead.
Nevertheless, I will choose to live.
But when I am dead…..,
As you count my evil, also smile at the good.
Chu✍️
About the Creator
Boss Lady
I’m Boss Lady by name.
Born a writer, started my writing journey from age six and still in it. My love for writing, increases each day as I observe nature, life happenings and experiences, and also connect with my imaginations.
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