The pillows you’ve cried on
have had your back
than most people you know
Isn’t it weird how the people you need the most in your life when you’re going through rough times, are the first ones to leave you? And sometimes the people you love, and trust are the first ones to break you. People who are supposed to catch you when you trip become the reason for your fall? And those that are supposed to put out the fire in your soul are the first ones to ignite it. Those that are supposed to help you swim are the first ones to push you into an ocean. But what bothers me the most is wondering if I, too, am classified in those ‘people’.
We often complain about being broken and being hurt, but have you ever wondered how many times you’ve hurt or broken someone? Why? Why do we do this? Is it something we do unconsciously?