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When?
When?
When will this cycle of pain cease?
When will trust be honored?
When will I have to stop hiding to be safe?
When will people stop breaking my heart?
I want to trust
I want to love.
But my heart seems to be just a goddamn toy
That everyone can play with.
And I'm left over with the shit.
The pain
The suffering
All for what?
Selfish self pity
Fake heroism
It makes me sick to the bone.
It makes me vomit.
I can't understand why they do this to me
I never will.
So, until I know I can trust,
My heart is sealed in stone.
When will this cycle of pain cease?
When will trust be honored?
When will I have to stop hiding to be safe?
When will people stop breaking my heart?
I want to trust
I want to love.
But my heart seems to be just a goddamn toy
That everyone can play with.
And I'm left over with the shit.
The pain
The suffering
All for what?
Selfish self pity
Fake heroism
It makes me sick to the bone.
It makes me vomit.
I can't understand why they do this to me
I never will.
So, until I know I can trust,
My heart is sealed in stone.
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