I Hate Feeling Vunrable
It should be vulnerable, btw.
Sometimes they say, don't hate, the more you hate the more it will come back to you. And right now, I think I got to this stupid point.
Someone had invaded my territory. Crushed my walls down. Attacked my watch tower. Breached my gate. Caught me in surprise. And leave me defenseless.
I do deserve it, anyway. I have stole something precious. I took it and never gave it back. I said I'd take good care of it. That I would love it, protect it, caress it, embrace it, and never leave it broken. I have been good, until I decided that I can't take care of it no more. That someone else should do it. So I leave it there. Hurt. Wounded. Neglected.
But I, thinking I'm mighty, should have know I will not feel good. I have been attached to my precious. I am in pain to. Remembering my precious is hurting. Wanting to take it back is too much. After all I have been left defenseless too. What am I gonna do? Turn it all back to before? The damage is done.
I'm now nothing, but a piece of broken glass. Sharp, hurting, lonely, in pain, fragile.
Sometimes they say, don't hate, the more you hate the more it will come back to you. And right now, I think I got to this stupid point.
Someone had invaded my territory. Crushed my walls down. Attacked my watch tower. Breached my gate. Caught me in surprise. And leave me defenseless.
I do deserve it, anyway. I have stole something precious. I took it and never gave it back. I said I'd take good care of it. That I would love it, protect it, caress it, embrace it, and never leave it broken. I have been good, until I decided that I can't take care of it no more. That someone else should do it. So I leave it there. Hurt. Wounded. Neglected.
But I, thinking I'm mighty, should have know I will not feel good. I have been attached to my precious. I am in pain to. Remembering my precious is hurting. Wanting to take it back is too much. After all I have been left defenseless too. What am I gonna do? Turn it all back to before? The damage is done.
I'm now nothing, but a piece of broken glass. Sharp, hurting, lonely, in pain, fragile.
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