Sad truth 💔

 I'm just an image of myself.


The shell still exists and keeps appearances.

But no one notices what it looks like inside.

'Cause I've become a master at keeping my broken heart in the plain sight of humanity.

Because any cry for help from my soul is ignored.

It's getting more and more loaded on me.

It doesn't matter if I can still handle it or not.

Every "STOP" and every "NO" is ignored.

My heart is just an organ that keeps me alive.

It constantly pumps blood through my system to accomplish any task or challenge I am given.

But to be honest, what is it all for?

Why keep something or someone alive that is just "an object" anyway?

If nobody cares how you are doing, why should you still live?

Oh yes, that's right... you have to make life hell for someone!

There must be some idiot to bully and boss around!

Isn't it sad that a human life, a good soul, is worth so little?

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