How is it possible to ask for help when no one is willing to pick up their phone ?
I have come to a conclusion that, when you smash something, it breaks.
It also creates a hole in the object it smashes into.
I am a supermassive black hole walking on this earth.
I shouldn’t have let so many things smash into me.
Im oblivious to the misery I’m creating inside of me.
The act of kindness has no limits in me.
When must I learn that the world is cruel?
When must I learn that the energy I throw into the universe won’t be repaid?
When must I learn that I am a mere structure of flesh and bones?
When must I learn that I bleed like any living creature?
Its no ones fault but mine.
People aren’t built to handle a fragile mess with cutting edges.
People aren’t built to be dependent on one another.
When must I learn.