thought love was a blessing

I thought love was blessing after getting broken so many times its like a lesson it don't matter how many times u have a therapy session I understood there was no point it would hurt me worse like a broken joint it doesn't matter if u don't trust my loyalty usually people think that I have royalty I mean it doesn't faze me being broken so many times didn't amaze me its like im locked in a cage holding in so much rage I never knew why I knew love was a lie on the inside I cry u won't won't ever down as I lay on ground I don't even make a sound