To be happy with anything, we must be happy within ourselves. We must make ourselves happy, otherwise we will forever push the world away.
<<We should never make anyone else responsible for our own happiness>>

All I had stored up emotionally put into one poem. It was a lot to think about but things are fine now. It was just an abundance of burdening thoughts.

You have been so hurtful to me.

I’m hurtful.

It’s a kind of poem that express my emotions..

Life can be really hard at times.

You are blind to how things really are.

A poem about how words can tear a person apart inside and make them feel like they are nothing.

Oh! as I was naive, guileless feeding dreams. fantasies. not imagined by mere vanity pretending a love that were feeling. The dream ended, I finally woke up! A sad awakening, but no matter. If I suffer, I suffered or cried, I never begged love to your door.

I’ve talked all about love, I do not know what else to say I spoke of love trimmed And love the wrong And that’s been resurrected. I told so many tears
Many of the so bold That fire that kills Hurtful and rude A love, love-pirate.