What a sad way to show me that I'm broken have me believe that this would be a real thing only for it to be cut short. While my heart is cut, into pieces showing me a reflection, like a mirror what my worth is, what I believe I deserved, what I thought was love I feel so stupid, so foolish to think that was the best I could get but who can I blame for teaching me this way? It was all I ever knew who gave me this teaching of love? For some reason, he thought it was fit to break me to break me down so hard that, I don't know if I could ever see the light again. I don't know know what else to do but to write to cry. To release this pain to paper pen to paper. I release, the pain.
God, Why This Pain?
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