“Bees offer honey more than they sting!”

“People with good hearts get hurt the most!”

“It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t my fault.

It wasn’t. _MY_ fault!”

If a bee stings you then dies,

whose the real victim?

You turned down the honey

and hurt that bee’s feelings.

Does them bringing you pain

make their death not in vain?

Or did they overreact

and die as consequence?

You just don’t like honey…

So what was the big deal?

The bee thought a good heart

automatically came healed.

When did being sweet

mean to reject reality?

When did hearts become

too good for boundaries?

What the bee didn’t know

is no one owed it anything.

The pain could be personal

but find the lesson and proceed.

Don’t become bitter.

Ignore the urge to sting.

Staying alive is a

responsibility.

It just is what it is,

and self sabotage isn’t

how a heartbeat should end.