Be tough
Girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't shed a tear
These are things I've always thought I should do. Because any sign of weakness will destroy my tender heart.
I've been told to stop wearing my heart on my sleeve but how can I stop when my heart won't go back to where it belongs?
Im hurt and I'm damaged. I want to cry but tears aren't an option any more. My misery comes out in rage and I promise my walls feel as much pain as my heart does.
I've always had a problem with wanting to hurt things. Like myself or newly painted walls. Walls that I'm grateful for but angry with at the same time.
But I'm so soft. I'm so fragile and short fused because the smallest of things set me off.
Like a bomb that's been lit but never explodes because it knows it will hurt someone.
So instead it's placed in a crate and sailed to an island. There's it's ignited and explodes, only hurting itself.
That's me.
The tender fucking bomb.
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Infliction
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. All written by me, inspired by lots. Stay positive, love yourself. Know that tomorrow will be a new day, and let the daylight bring out the best in you.
