I, once upon a time, carried a burden inside...I sung a last goodbye; a broken rhyme I had underlined. There's an ocean of sorrow in you...

I don't know why people like to hurt me. Obviously my vulnerability must shine through and I'm an easy target for the insecure to build themselves up. I'm lured in like a fly to a Venus Fly Trap... At first they always appear to be someone their not; beautiful, kind, gentle, caring, passionate, understanding and sensitive. But, when I get too close, the facade disappears. But then it's too late...I've already been eaten alive. And as I'm devoured, I keep holding on. I'm regurgitated a number of times... and I always go back... because I remember that false beauty that I once saw and hope that maybe it exists somewhere. But it's only more fakery. And I continue to let myself be walked over...out of fear, hope, faith in love, and ingenuity. But when the final hand of cards are dealt... I'm no longer the prize. I'm not even worth a glance. But in all reality, I am the flower. I'm a rare, delicate flower that is still alive after being trampled on. I'm a rare, delicate flower that is unappreciated. But I still continue to bloom. - amor e morte

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer...

Sometimes you just get so exhausted and fed up with caring, that you finally decide to not care anymore.  There comes a point where you realise that you just care too much...and it's too exhausting to keep on living this way. There comes a time where you realise that you seem to care about things so much more than the other person, so what is the point? Why waste this energy when I could be putting it towards something more constructive? Perhaps one of the most tiring things is the fact that you know that the other person will never realise any of this. And they will always remain oblivious to their actions and how they really feel. So they continue to lie to themselves and to you..when all you have been is honest. What is the point in any of it? It's all just a lie anyway. -amor e morte.