Joshiwaa

@Joshiwaa 

Running, running my top speed. Tears of depression on a cold Monday night rushing down my face. Running, running away from the impossible truth. "She doesn't love you." I hear in my head, repeatedly. Running, now running into the woods, dodging trees, jumping rocks, cold rivers still flowing down my cheeks. Running, running deeper and deeper into the woods, the dry dead leaves crunching with every step I take. "She doesn't love you." Still stuck on replay in my mind. Running, then suddenly I fall do to the weakness of my legs, do to the sharp piercing pain in my chest. The leaves break my fall, I mange to sit, but I don't get up. No one around to hear my cries of pain. Sitting there, in the center of the woods, crying my loudest cry, crying because "she doesn't love you."
          
          About two and a half hours later, still sitting, crying, hoping, wishing she still loved me. Trying to ignore the voice in my head that keeps saying "She doesn't love you." "Shut up!" I scream my loudest.
          But then realize what's the point. She doesn't love me. "She doesn't love you." I whisper. "She doesn't love you."

hey it suffi lol