The knot in my chest tightens randomly and it sends fear through my body.
So much fear, then something steals the voice I call my own, soon claiming it as theirs.
Then I'll forget how to breathe and with my voice no longer belonging to me I can't scream for the help I need.
My arms go numb first then my legs quickly follow.
My head is now dizzy from the screaming in my head.
My eyes stinging from the tears.
Everything hurts, but somehow I can still feel my fingers as they muffle the sobs.
"Don't let them hear you hurt."

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This Dying Love
RandomLove is dying. Love is hurting. Love is boring. Love is searching for something new. Love is simply love. This book isn't just about love. Its about the good times and the bad times. And everything in between. This is a personal journal at most. D...