The love I have is for other people,
To show them they are not alone, ever;
To show them that I am there for them.
The love I have is for other people,
To fill them with joy when they are sad.
The love I have is not for me.
How can anybody love something that is broken.
The love I have cannot be for me.
It’s hard to love one’s self when all you feel is pain from the sharp shards of emotional stress.
The love I have can never be for me.
Underneath my peaceful shell there is a shattered soul.
After all,
Even a car dealer wouldn’t think twice about a brand new car if the interior was all ripped up.
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