i have a mental illness-
it's called:
love too hard and too much
and expect the whole world
in return
but doesn't even get
a thought back.
-how sad is that?
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the ink of my heart | poetry
Poetryshe sits there, naked and exposed to the artist hiding away behind the blank canvas; tears stream down her face while goosebumps trace her skin for she is vulnerable against the world trying to paint her picture perfect to its eye. |unnamed...
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i have a mental illness-
it's called:
love too hard and too much
and expect the whole world
in return
but doesn't even get
a thought back.
-how sad is that?
