Do you know how it feels to have your heart broken? To have it ripped into a million pieces? How can you stay when your heart beats and you can feel the brokenness? The BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! of your heart makes you physically sick. A way out, a way out from the heartbreak, the heartache, the sickening feeling when you've been broken for so long. It doesn't stop, it never stops. Not when you're hiding behind your mask, not when you are putting on a show for your friends. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! STOP, please stop. This isn't fair! Not at all. Why can I only take what I am given? Why can't I take more? Why do I have to work for someone else to make the money? Why is it so uneven with pain? Why don't some feel it at all? Why does it have to be so easy for some? Why can't they suffer too? Why do they have to be perfect? Or am I just different? Different from the rest, feel too much or not at all? Which is better? Neither in a sense I guess, but there's still that hope that maybe you'll leave the BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! for just another day. Maybe not. Maybe today you'll stop the BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! You never know. Why not just say how you feel upfront? They could be dead within the next few minutes or maybe you could be. So why not just say how you feel instead of dragging everything on for an eternity! It would save a lot more people if you spoke up rather than down! Maybe you could've saved the person that idolized you if you were kinder. Maybe you could've stopped that quiet girl in the back of the class if you have just spoken to her. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! STOP ! I want out! BOOM! BOOM! STOP! Just please stop! I'm done, there's nothing left to be said that could stop it. There's nothing left that could be done. There's nothing left here for me. There's nothing left, but grief, pain, suffering... Why not just let go, push everyone away, slam and lock those doors tight? Give in to the cold dark place that your heart is at. There's no reason to keep going, no reason to get out of bed, so why not? Just watch as life keeps on going by, as everyone continues their lives. Give in and give up. Only because there's nothing left to make you stay. There's nothing left.....
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Exerts of a Story I'll Never Write
RandomThese are just multiple times I've written and have no clue what to do with them... Some bits are true while others are not. Good luck trying to decipher reality from fiction because I can't even do that..... All the characters are mine ⚠⚠⚠⚠TRIGGER...
