Hell

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"You're going to be fine. It's okay. Everything is going to be okay. You can fight this. You're strong. I love you"

Even when I repeat these sentences in my head, I can't help but think that it were all lies. I tried to picture a character that can comfort me, but still my mind think that I'm just fooling myself. How foolish I am to think that it's gonna be okay? How foolish I am to think that if I smile everything's going to go away? Even when I smile, I can hear my heart's breaking, the pain shoot through out my body, bringing me to my knees.

I was seconds away to break down and all I can think is to sleep it away. What I do best.

Running from my problems a.k.a hell.

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