An extravagant castle, you are the magic that lives in all of us. The purity of your heart whispers divine compassion, constantly giving love to passing creatures. You live with not only your emotions, but you hold the hurt of everyone around you, you feel their tales of travesties. And my dear, when all you can do is feel floods of yours and others hurricanes, you escape back to your castle with locked gates. But my sweet, you must understand that you cannot live in that castle, you cannot wash away ruthless pain with sun dried whiskey and vindictive vodka. Your creative soul is magnificent, so never stop drawing your castle, never stop exploring the depths of your imagination, never stop having empathy, but you can't stop living.
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PoetryThis is a collection of my original poems. They contain ideas and laments about love, pain, self harm/hate, suicide, mental illness, and more. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** when *** shows up beware of that piece
