Breakdown, Recover, Then Repeat

Thoughtless or mindless,

Hurting is hurting.

Intentions don't prove much;

Actions are the truth.

Take whatever you want,

I want nothing left,

I'm all yours, for I am not mine at all.

Why can't I ever say no?

I hate playing the victim,

But that's what I am though,

Hurt, blind and so lost.

Self-love is a concept of fairytales,

When reality is a classic tragedy.

Too many emotions,

Can cripple the soul.

Thoughts are illogical,

When mind is fighting heart—

A battle lost for a while,

And war zone for miles.

Can I get a drop of silence?

Have a long road ahead to peace.

Jump, fight, get wounded,

Breakdown, recover, then repeat.

- Miss Viola