Have you ever cried so hard that it seems like you are drowning in your own tears?
You cry for the precious time wasted, the golden opportunities stolen. You cry for one more chance. You cry because you want it so damn much, to go back, to when and where everything first started.
But you do the most crying for the fact that you are trapped. There's no way out, honey. Love is a Hotel California. The Eagles were right, you can check out anytime but you can never ever leave.
This is where and how you have to live until life itself decides to gives you away.
And after all the tears have gone down that river of despair, you regret it. Because you know that you can cry a million trillion tears, and nothing is going to ever change.
I am still broken, he is still broken and the whole fucking world is still broken.