Don’t fire your arrows at me
Don’t pierce my soul this way
Don’t make me bleed anymore now
My heart is in decay
I don’t consider it a battle
You make it seem a war
I have never held a weapon
Or fought someone before
I was thrown in this arena
I wasn’t meant to be here
This excruciating pain
Doesn’t disappear
I surrender to your might
No longer I can compete
I have to bleed myself out
And swallow this defeat
Crush me once and for all
Show me not your sympathy
Bury me cold, alive but
Don’t fire your arrows at me
Frank Solanki 
Beautiful poem! Psychological abuse is worse than physical. I’d much rather someone just go ahead and beat the crap out of me than to do psychological warfare.
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Beautiful lines!!
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Thank you.
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Interesting. The two arrow concept of meditation comes to mind. The first arrow is our perception and the second arrow is a reaction to our perception.
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Powerful. Well done.
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Thank you.
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beautifully written. Your words pierce the heart with the evident pain.
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beautifully written. Your words pierce the heart with the evident pain.
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Thank you.
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This is beautiful !!
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Thank you.
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Thank you. That is so true. Words can build up or kill.
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Reblogged this on My Happy Pills.
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Beautiful as always. Can I reblog this?
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Beautifully expressed 💖💖
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Thank you.
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Amazing 🤍🖤🤍🖤
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Thank you.
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