Itís hard.
Hard to be strong.
To be the tough of tough.
After everything.
After two tiny thumps are no longer.
The feeling of being sucked into a black hole.
Trying to mask the curled up being in the dark corner.
Trying to light the match again.
Itís too windy inside the room of your heart, but you try to light the wildfire.
Too moist in the atmosphere anyway, it couldnít work if I tried.
Laying in a prison hole.
Looking up at absolutely nothing.
You see nothing,
You feel nothing,
You think nothing,
Smell nothing,
Absolute silence.
Soul ripped out,
And Weak.

ďWhat did I do to deserve this?Ē
So precious,
yet Iíll never see.
ďWhy was I teased?Ē
I donít want it anymore.
I donít want the heartbreak.
The reminder of not being a mother.
Not once,
But twice.
If it was meant to be then okay.
Although Iíll tell you i wonít try again.
Iím good without heartbreaks.
Itís hard.
Hard to be tough,
But tough I shall be.
Written by She_Cares
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