Love: a strong feeling that represents affection towards someone dear to your heart.
But, what if that love was never returned? That deep boiling pit of passion was never filled. Day by day the pit grows deeper and deeper. It yearns for more but never gets anything. Nothing at all. Yet still, the hole refuses to be closed and forgotten, buried like a nail in a haystack, never to be found again.
Even when the day is dreary or when the rays shine through the clouds my heart throbs. The pain never withers. How I wish the pain to be gone, to be relieved of all my sorrows and anguish. Still, I continue to watch from afar, stealing quick glances, hoping he would grow aware of my presence, no matter how pointless it may be. Yet, still, he doesn't notice me.
The tempest tears through my body and soul, ripping me to pieces, shredding my heart into chunks until tears stream from my eyes. Loneliness and longing erupt inside of me, leaving my broken spirit to despair.
I cry until the tears have stopped flowing and the well of emotions has dried out. I feel nothing, nothing at all. All the anger, despair, frustration, loneliness, sadness, longing, and hopelessness has left me. I stare into the abyss wondering where all those jumbled up emotions, which made me cry, have gone.
As the days go by I feel a pang in my heart again. That love I thought that dried up was here buried under a mountain of concrete. Love returns to my heart. Yet, instead of gleeful, happy love, it is the sad love filled with jealousy and anger towards myself. One person has control of my every single move and doesn't even know it. He seems to hurt me without trying, just by doing nothing.
Every day I grow more agitated and unhappy. Things that would have made me smile are boring. I hide my true emotions in laughter and joy. Inside I am crying for help, hoping that someone would finally notice my desperation. Time goes on and, no one notices. Nothing has changed.
And so I try to forget. I try to bury it under all my fake happiness. I try, but the harder I try the stronger it grows. I tell myself to overpower and conquer this feeling. Again, nothing changes.
I try fruitlessly. Eventually, I give up. My mind starts slipping into a darker place. I start seeing things but worst of all I start thinking things. My sad, pitiful thoughts get replaced by darker thoughts. Life-threatening thoughts. My thoughts slip from Earth into my own world.
Through all those frustrations and bad times, there is still a tinge of doubt. The doubt means there is a flicker of hope. So I try one last time. One more cry for help. Like usual no notices. No one cares. So I bid you adieu. I shall leave this world. Farewell and Goodbye....
