You are not special
Poetry by Florence Susanne
You have to pick yourself up off the ground, because no one is going to be there to do it for you.
You have to dust the dirt off your knees, shake off the pain that’s holding you back and get.
The fuck.
Up.
You have to learn how to make yourself better, because no one is going to sit there and baby you.
Understand that you are not someone special to anyone.
Get over it.
Learn to fight for yourself.
Because no one is going to fight for you.
Your battles are your own.
No one else’s.
You must love yourself.
Because if you don’t, you’ll rely too heavily on the affections of others.
And if they leave,
WHEN they leave.
Oh God, it is going to kill you.
And you’ll be back to square one, self-loathing.
Expecting everyone else to love you, to protect your ever so fragile heart.
No one is going to cater to your feelings.
The only person who should matter to you, is yourself.
Heal your broken heart before you put it in the hands of one much more destructive than yourself.
About the Creator
Florence Susanne
I am a 24-year-old of mother of 2 boys.
Author of Love, Lust, and Misery
Author of Poems from a Schizophrenic Mind
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