This is just a poem of past experiences. People get broken hearts or spirits and heal. Please don’t read too deeply. I’ve already gotten a private message with a pep talk lol. It’s just a poem
Not from working too hard or lack of sleep. I’m exhausted from people. From the ones who appear so sincere that you destroy the walls you’ve built and expose the darkest parts of your soul.
My heart wants to retreat back into the darkness and my spirit is so tired, worn down and sick from deception…from ill-will, ill-intent…just ill.
I can’t decipher counterfeit from authentic, lies from truth, love from convenience. So use the shears and cut the heart-strings. Keep to myself so my heart stays safe because I’m exhausted
…and I’m done.