How broken was the person who wrote this:
"I have turned people into homes and I ended up homeless"

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How broken was the person who wrote this:
"I have turned people into homes and I ended up homeless"
"So I am still and I am silent, because if I open my mouth, I may never stop screaming."
- Franz Kafka
Got thousands of scars on my heart,
And none of them were from my enemies.
How many scars did you justify,
Just because you loved the person who was holding the knife?
Charles Bukowski once said:
"The love of lonely people is the most authentic there can be.
They love you by choice, not by necessity."
"How many graves will I need,
to bury everything that died inside of me?"
— Naya Aknis —
I heard a quote today and it said,
“The sad truth is,
Being nice doesn’t get you loved
It gets you used”
And I felt it to the core
I usually solve problems
By letting them devour me.
Better to admit you walked through the wrong door than spend your life in the wrong room.
And I wondered what it was like to be chosen.
I was never chosen.
I was a maybe, a probably, sometimes even a definitely but never the one, never the chosen one.
Unknown
The person you think you need the most will teach you that you don't need anyone.
I've seen people drink poison, just because it's been served with love, and they're too desperate to care.
"Am I walking towards something I should be running away from?"
This question terrifies me.
"And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want.
What do you call it, Freedom or Loneliness?"
- Charles Bukowski.
Maybe,
Forever was a word meant for memories,
Not people.
"We, humans, are like stars - Constantly burning while others think we're shining."
A poet once said,
"How can I blame the wind for the mess it made?
It was me who opened the window."
It’s not about the wind.