Love hurts...
even more so than a hundred passing bullets.
Being in love...
it's a crime-
it's a sin...
Something you can't control.
Loving someone who's so incredibly in love
with someone else...
it feels like you're so close to dying-
it's hurts so much...
I curl up,
hiding from the world,
so alone...
tears slip down my cheeks,
I can taste them in my mouth.
Hatred.
Why me?
Why am I the only one who seems to notice the pain?
I could blame it all on you.
But it's me.
I'm the problem.
My fear has clouded everything.
I know what I want.
I know what I want to say to you.
But my fear...
it whispers things to me-
dark things that make me go crazy.
They taunt me-
tease me-
it's so plainly obvious I need help...
I need you.
But love is blind,
love is creul.
There are few who end up lucky-
I guess that's what I'm lacking,
luck.
What is this?
Fate?
Destiny?
Some sort of sick game?
Will no one give me the answers I seek?
It's all pathetic,
really.
I wish it would all go away...
leave me alone to drown in my tears.
My eyes are closed,
everything is silent,
dark,
and cold.
I let out a shaky breath,
telling myself over and over that it'll be okay.
No one's stopping me.
But would I stop even if they did?
If you asked me,
would I stay?
No.
Maybe.
...yes.
I just want to be happy again.
I don't want to be alone anymore.
I want to be with you-
just open your eyes,
maybe then you'll see me.
