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The "Love" You've Endured (Pain)

No matter who you are, the pain is there, it is evident. It doesn't matter your personality because ever human has different qualities and quirks, A message to everyone: What your told is "Love" might not be so warm.
She holds so much inside, her strength could sway the tides. Her power intense. Her love radiant but the pain she bares is hidden deep within. He is open about his pain and wants to share it with the world. his strength is fueled by attention. His power is from his drive to succeed. his love is visible but shy.
He is young and naïve, wanting to fit in, he is told the girls pick on him because they like him. She is smart and intuitive and sees that people aren't fond of her. She is bullied by the girls who once accepted her. he is shut off from sports groups because of his interesting in a girl that did not meet the norm. The love these friends once shown was not real. It is pain. It is all a ruse, a game. It is the opposite of love.
Everyday, all around us both men and woman are subjected to the "Love" they have endured. The fake things, feelings, betrayal, the hurt. The love that was never there. The bullies that think perfection exists, the boy that suffered rejection because he dared to seek something new. Why? Why is this Love so quickly turned into pain. We are vulnerable and always subjected to abuse. Its so indifferent think that we can be wronged because of who you are. You always hear "Be who you are embrace yourself" but can you really? More empty words to tell us.




We hide because the pain that comes from sudden dislike is vulnerable, leaving a loss of self respect and even self worth. It is bullying, it is not "because they like you" It's because they are cruel. They do not know the things they do. The pain they've caused. How many of you have been told "I'm doing this because I love you" but their "Love" leaves you broken in pieces and shattered.

I'm not 100% on the first time I heard " I love you. " and the words were empty, almost as cold as ice because I have blocked a lot of the hurt I've endured. But, I can still feel the way the words rolled off the tongue and the air felt stiff, the words were distant and empty and after hearing them I knew that more pain was to come. The same can be said for actions. Have you ever hugged a parent and it was like hugging air? The lack of emotion was real and I crumbled. I thought 'This isn't love' it was burden. Burden in finally believing that I wasn't wanted. Burden that the girl I was becoming was noting special.
It changes you, thinking that what they say is "Love" is. It's not. Love is a feeling.
*Trust your instincts because if you can't feel love you're only going to endure more pain but now that know. It's going to sting*


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