Do you ever get the feeling that you'll never be good enough no matter how hard you try and try? A worthless piece of junk, simply another statistic figure to add to the ever growing population. So insignificant and small. So worthless, empty and unloved.
How unkind can people be. Don't speak, if words are but a dagger to the heart. Don't love, if that is but an idea so abstract and difficult to grasp. Don't laugh, if laughter only seeks to mask the malice in your heart. Don't smile, if that's but a mask you wear.
So tired. So very tired. So drained. So emotionally drained. So afraid. So afraid to love, to embrace, to laugh, to smile, to be happy. Only to have all you have taken from you. So afraid, yes very afraid to get taken advantaged of, yet once again. No more. The heart can't take it no more. Enough, you say. But will the heart ever stop feeling? Yes, when numbness sets in, then maybe all the hurt, all the pain, would disappear. But until then, more pain must first be felt. So pills and alcohol are your best friends.
But dancing will be my love forever.
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*hugs*
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