Breaking things impossible to break

April 20, 2013

I can't see it, but I can see what it does. It gets under your skin; it overflows your veins. It dissects minds, sorting through your fears and your dreams. Manipulating your decisions, poisoning your beliefs. It backs you into the corner until you have nowhere to go. It kills off your life lines until you have no one left to call. Destroying everything you planned to achieve. It's one of those things you can't escape. Stealing things that shouldn't be stolen. And breaking things that are impossible to break. I've never seen love die, but I've seen love massacre. Who knew all this happened the moment you said you loved her?

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Gabrielabusby

Hi! I'm an upcoming freshman at Mercer! My poems may seem really sad and depressing as a reflection as a way I feel, but these poems are written out of empathy for people around. I have a friend who has a difficult mental health issues, and seeing the way she reacted differently to situations really made me think about her life versus mine. As a friend, as a female, as a human, I never want anyone to feel anything less than beautiful. We are all blessed with a life on earth to make a difference and what isn't beautiful about that?

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