Honestly I'm okay, no need to grab for my hand.
I can get up all on my own.
Determination.
Heart obliteration.
No breaking this shell, this shield.
I won't allow you too ever hurt me or love me.
I can't say why for sure.
I am empty on the inside.
It is easier to do good for others when there is nothing attached or expected.
No fear of being rejected.
No fear of being accepted.
The perfect tragedy just the way I left it.
Rolling back the time.
Shadowing a murder scene.
How many was it?
How many did it take to destroy me in one night.
7 gone,7 friends, all because of a narcissist who believed his own lies and got others to do the same.
I don't care though, I no longer feel pain.
It's not anybody fault I myself am to blame.
My life I am responsible for and nobody else.
Nobody else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem