Experiences we have gone through are said to determine who we become. Major events that we usually do not have control over. What if the events broke your heart and left it wounded. Open and bleeding out. Many try to patch it together. With love, care and bandages. My heart is now screaming in vain, the pain is unbearable. It is not the bleeding or the fact that my heart is slowly becoming cold and dying. It is that my heart doesn't want the help, to die alone. Bleed out while looking in the eyes of the people who made it lifeless.
Not in hatred, in understanding. Some meant to hurt me, some did not. No matter the cause. Understanding that I am for them, a bulletproof vest. Though the bullets vent through and shot me.
Now that it's laying there, I can choose to stand up and wear the vest for them or with my bleeding heart in my hand, don’t be scared to live again.
So much pain, hope you will not locked yourself for new love, you deserve it , you longing for it
This is beautiful :
My heart is now screaming in vain, the pain is unbearable. It is not the bleeding or the fact that my heart is slowly becoming cold and dying. It is that my heart doesn't want the help, to die alone. Bleed out while looking in the eyes of the people who made it lifeless.
So much pain, hope you will not locked yourself for new love, you deserve it , you longing for it
This is beautiful :
My heart is now screaming in vain, the pain is unbearable. It is not the bleeding or the fact that my heart is slowly becoming cold and dying. It is that my heart doesn't want the help, to die alone. Bleed out while looking in the eyes of the people who made it lifeless.
A very deep piece of writing here which definitely leaves the reader with much to take away and contemplate, your lines, ‘ Some meant to hurt me, some did not. No matter the cause. Understanding that I am for them, a bulletproofvest. Though the bullets vent through and shot me,’… These lines resonated very much with me Anosom. Powerful stuff…
Trying to write about feelings without being fully able to reach them, loving someone not knowing what love is and living with the desire to die.
Im not this sad I just feel a lot more..