The Heart My heart does not feel. It knows no love, because it has been given none. It has tried to love, only to be hurt and rejected in return. It has tried and tried again, to only fail. Hearts are supposed to give love, companionship, care, but in the end the only thing it gives is hate, distrust, and no love. All because after giving love, all it got in return was lies, betrayal, and sorrow. It does not know what it gave to deserve this, but it now knows to never give again. It has built up its walls. An indestructible defense that is unbreakable. Which I suppose doesn’t matter. The reason unbreakable, is no one has bothered trying to break it. On the outside, cold as stone, tough as nails, and rough like sandpaper. But inside, it is warm with the need to love and be loved in return, but soaked with the tears of knowing no such action exists. Fragile as cracked glass with bits piercing itself because of rejection and harsh words thrown in its face, to where now it feels no pain, no hurt, no suffering. It is not tough, but numb, due to the broken bits of glass stuck inside. It is weak, breaking, yet no one will notice, not a soul, all because nobody cares, no one bats an eye, speaks a word, or gives a gesture. It now knows what it is like to be alone. Rejected by everyone in every way. In return, it spits in the eyes so they cannot see, seals shut the lips so no words could slither out between those cursed lips. Rips them apart bit by bit so they can no longer send signals of love or hate to any other, not even itself. They will know what loneliness, pain, suffering, and rejection feels like. They can hate my heart all they want, for my heart does not feel. You can try to love it, but fail for it no longer knows what such emotion is. You can try to break the walls and heal it. Will the walls break, no one knows, for you would be the first. Would you heal it? Would you spend the time to dry it off from years of tear drops of agony it has endured? Would take the time to care for it and take out every shard of glass that has been buried inside? Will you take the time to rebuild and give strength to the now breaking heart? Probably not. Nobody has before. Why would you of all people, start now? What makes you so different? Your heart is not like mine. You can’t understand something until you experience it yourself. So if you have a wall, if your heart has shed tears, if your heart is full of glass, and if your heart is weak, you might be able to get in. no, my heart is not looking for you, nor looking for a sob story from someone else. For it is looking for one thing. Understanding. So if you understand come forth, if you know my pain, please stand. I know no one will. I know I’ll be alone forever, in a world filled with love and fools. All love is taken or given away, and fools know no love, for they give it all away by going out and selling themselves to any man or women who is as big a fool as them. No, I will know no love. For I have built a wall, that only I can break down. And why would I want to break it, when I feel no love, for if I did, I would only create another me. And the world does not want nor need, another me.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 04:35:09 +0000
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