I Love to Write
The tears are no ordinary tears. They are a painful never-ending stream that I can't control. The smile on my face is fake for I am slowly dying on the inside from the heartache. This heartache is as if someone ripped my heart out, stabbed it a thousand times and then tried to put it back but failed leaving me with nothing.
My bed has merely become a place that I can hide. My pillow has become soaked with tears offering very little comfort. As for me, I became no one important but someone who everyone enjoys walking all over. I've learned to trust no one and to hold everything back for no one understands what I go through every day as soon as darkness surrounds me with every breath. This darkness slowly swarms about me but yet I can find no escape from it so I lay there motionless in hope that it will go away soon. Only for me to learn that it won't go away no matter how hard I fight..... (To be continued)
My bed has merely become a place that I can hide. My pillow has become soaked with tears offering very little comfort. As for me, I became no one important but someone who everyone enjoys walking all over. I've learned to trust no one and to hold everything back for no one understands what I go through every day as soon as darkness surrounds me with every breath. This darkness slowly swarms about me but yet I can find no escape from it so I lay there motionless in hope that it will go away soon. Only for me to learn that it won't go away no matter how hard I fight..... (To be continued)
