sad songs offer the sweet relief
music for writing away woe and grief
over and over again
playing out the end
broken hearted
I play the fool
ignore the pain until it goes away
sight being seen
green and grey
forced to relive against my will
beauty never loved the beast
simply tricked with magic into a false belief
I am empty.
fallin down, apart, into pieces
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my recent experiences in life and love have taught me something I didnt want to learn. I am not worth what I thought. multiple failed attempts to create relations, only fuel my desire to aim higher. Yet, I must not be worthy. I invest too much perhaps, offer to little...I need a slap in the face, a telling straight up, put into place. I have found that I am a breaker, everything, I touch, I own, I see, I am with. People, places, everything it would seem. A wonder how I am still welcome. Succinct are words to describe my depression, never ending. Its beginning is so far gone it is beyond out of site, years of self loathe have created this persona. I am not a weak person, I think my mind to be strong. what is weak is my heart in matters involving hearts. I yearn for love, my one true desire. I look around and see it so often. I will play the fool in every walk of life. Close my eyes and walk out blind, move with hope and feeling. I am learning listening is simply the ability to let someone elses words or ideas change you and yours. I am starved, fed with a string that was far too long. Truth...an opinion