The only people that can hurt you are the people you love. That cut you receive is the deepest, most painful of them all which can only be given to you by one you trust, one you believe in, one you love. Love...the word seems so painful right now, poison on my lips, choking me with emotions no one should ever have to face. Right now it feels like my insides are tearing up inside me and every breath I take is a painful one. It feels like an ever growing void has decided to form in my chest... just where my heart used to be. I clung to hope for so long, when actually there was none to cling to. The imaginary threads which barely kept my spirits up was a delusion I held on too. And yet with all this going on inside me, all this turmoil, all this pain, my countenance does not convey what I feel. I wear a mask and I wear it so well, that should I look into a mirror I would fool myself into thinking that all is well. But all is not, if I could scream and let out all I feel, the walls would echo with the pain in my cry. Death would be so much kinder than this, its coldness more comforting than the burning agony killing me inside. Why I ask myself, why has my existence have to be plagued with this bitter sorrow, this sorrow which reaches right down to my very soul. If a spirit could be crushed then I'm sure this is what it would feel like. A heart doesn't break like this, it dies like this.

xaries posted at 3:22 AM