My heart explodes. I hesitate whether I should come to comfort you, but it would probably just make your insides bleed even more. Your pain is my pain. I feel every ounce of it. It seems as if you have lost something, something behind the perfect skin of yours. Something more thank just a useless heart, for you don't need a heart to survive. Time passes and you are the only thing on my mind. I try my hardest to stop, because my grades have officially hit the ground sense I dont focus on anything else, but you. I try to train my self to forget, but it just turns into an endless migraine that eats its way from the inside out till I'm forced to reunite with my loved enemy, the knife. I see you cry and suddenly it feels like a gruesome character is stabbing, cutting, destroying, and degrading me from the inside. I only wonder how bad you are hurting if I feel this terrible.
I see you cry
April 6, 2012