Here I am.

Lonely in a crowd.

A smilling mask hiding pain.

A pain so familiar that i have grown numb to it.

It is said that love is akin to a cup, where you pour and received love to and from others.

I can give, and is willing to, give as much as i can.

But nobody fills me up. Its been years since i last connect with someone.

And that someone ripped my heart out.

I've worked for years trying to fix it.

And now it beats again, slowly, hardly.

But no ones wants a broken heart.

And the ones that i would give it too have either left me or would if they knew.

And so here I am

Trying to build back my inner castle;

Walls so high, none can see what's past.

A heart locked down again

Behind the thickest bar

And the heaviest door.

So that never again

My heart would be broken.

Thanks for coming to my edgy vent, i had to get whatever this is off my chest 🫠