A broken soul
An empty shell
A monster
I tried to protect my heart.
I tried to shelter it
But now, it yearns for someone to break down the walls I built around it. It wants someone look past all the darkness and love. Someone to love me for me. I’m a fucked up mess. I want someone to care about me. I’m tired of pretending.
But then again, no one can ever love a monster. I don’t deserve it.
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Your not a monster Ylem no know that feeling wanting to be lived
i know i am not irl, as you call it.. but you are loved, and you are not a monster..