You know, the worst part about hurt? the nights you’re off your phone, the delusional distraction that makes you feel like you have it all together but you don’t. It’s a perfect facade, that only masks your ground, broken pieces. But you’re broken, and you know you are.

It’s the realisation that you may never be able to believe that people think highly of you. That they care. That they love you.
It’s the burden that you always have to carry, the weight of overcompensation you endure just to prove to your circle that they will never regret making you their friend, when in essence, they are swimming in the joy of your existence, and love you for who you are. But you will never experience that, cause you are broken, and you know you are.

It is the suspicion that everything is out to destroy you: preferring to bear the weight of your problems because you don’t want to weigh it on others, or is it because you don’t trust anyone? It ever sent you under, right?I guess we will never really know.  You though, you know what it is. Because you’re broken, and you know you are.

It is the lonely nights, days even. You know how great your day has been, but you can’t share it. How a stranger harassed you  but you would rather sleep on it because you don’t want to be selfish, by making it about you. You’re always giving and never receiving, because you deem yourself not worthy. Because you are broken and you know you are.


But again, aren’t we all?

Aren’t we all hiding behind stained glass masquarades?

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  2. We are all going through something but we gotta open up to those who matter instead because those those thoughts can turn into vipers and devour you from inside if they are not let out.

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