Some times we lose the very person that we believed we would have forever. They are here one minute, and the next they've dissapeared from our lives for good. They slip through our fingers like dust, scattering across the wind, and traveling to new and distant places, never to return. Maybe they are swept away by the winds of change. Or perhaps they have set off on a completely different path than you, a path that leads in the opposite direction. It's the most difficult thing in the world to lose someone you love. To lose someone you thought would always be yours. It hurts for a long time. When that someone is glued to your side, and suddenly ripped away, it leaves a wound. And after all the dust has settled, all you're left with is the scars on your side and the sting of the pain. You feel as if half of your heart is missing. And even when you get the other half back, stitching it back on will never make it feel the same as it once did. It can never be whole again. You just have to keep on living, regardless of the ache.
Sometimes people hurt you beyond repair. They move on, leaving you to feel worthless and small. We have to remind ourselves over and over again, that we are of just as much worth as anyone else. It's hard to understand how someone could decide not to love anymore. How they could remove someone from their lives, someone who's been there for them through everything. How could they stop loving me, you ask yourself.
Sometimes, the hurt is so overwhelming, it consumes me. I've grown accustomed to the sting of tears that fall from my eyes, and to the taste of the ocean on my lips. I wish I were stronger.
Sometimes I sit by the phone, hoping that that person will call. Every time the phone rings, my heart beats violently with anticipation. I'm never left with anything but the rhythmic beat of heart break, and the dull ache of dissapointment.
Sometimes, I can't remember what its like to be happy. I search through my past, trying to remember, but the memories just won't come. Theres a wall of sorrow around me, and it lets nothing pass by.
Sometimes I can't sleep. Insomnia has become one of my closest friends
Sometimes, I wonder, is it possible to die from a broken heart? Because
Sometimes I forget how to breathe.
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
exhale
___________________________
Sometimes people hurt you beyond repair. They move on, leaving you to feel worthless and small. We have to remind ourselves over and over again, that we are of just as much worth as anyone else. It's hard to understand how someone could decide not to love anymore. How they could remove someone from their lives, someone who's been there for them through everything. How could they stop loving me, you ask yourself.
Sometimes, the hurt is so overwhelming, it consumes me. I've grown accustomed to the sting of tears that fall from my eyes, and to the taste of the ocean on my lips. I wish I were stronger.
Sometimes I sit by the phone, hoping that that person will call. Every time the phone rings, my heart beats violently with anticipation. I'm never left with anything but the rhythmic beat of heart break, and the dull ache of dissapointment.
Sometimes, I can't remember what its like to be happy. I search through my past, trying to remember, but the memories just won't come. Theres a wall of sorrow around me, and it lets nothing pass by.
Sometimes I can't sleep. Insomnia has become one of my closest friends
Sometimes, I wonder, is it possible to die from a broken heart? Because
Sometimes I forget how to breathe.
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
exhale
___________________________
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