We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster, that we go bankrupt by age of thirty.
And have less to offer each time we start with someone new.
But to make yourself feel nothing so as not to feel anything, what a waste.
Our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. And before u know it, your heart’s worn out, and as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it.
Right now there’s sorrow, pain...don’t kill it, and with it the joy you’ve felt.