Nineteen51
Beloved of All
In my early life I used to wear my heart on my sleeve in love and friendship to everyone. Then slowly little by little the world became a cruel place so I learned to pretend to be tough and act in a way to protect myself. Now the pain is extremely unbearable because offering my heart just brought pain then mistrust. People have hurt me when I was most vulnerable under the mask of being helpful just to learn they were just using me. I go through stages of grief but lately anger is center stage and I can't let go. Somewhere deep inside me that heart is there but I can't feel it anymore. Too many scars to feel it. I'm tired of being used by selfish people and watching others get taken advantage of. I want to be real and show my heart again without people cutting it to pieces.