Violence, sadness, poem 

It hurts more than you think,
Like a punch to the stomach,
Self-esteem crumbling in dust.

Yet it's all my fault,
The woman who needs to much,
Who cares too much.

Everywhere to be seen,
But in no one's eyes,
Like a parade of the disappearing.

Arrows piercing my heart,
A neverending volley of unstability,
A fate that can't be avoided.

A burden who gets heavier,
From jolly to lonely in a minute,
Nothing to be done,

Is it ?

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