This pain in my chest grows stronger every day.
How much longer can I deal with it? They say, the hurt will only make you stronger; who are they anyway? Do they even know what real hurt is? Do they understand this pain that only grows stronger with every passing moment?
No, I don’t think they do.
So, for now I will hide you away and keep you in this spot they call hurt. I keep you there to remind me that ‘strength’ means I’ll never be ok.
I mean it.
When do I stop?
When do I stop trying?
When do I stop trying to love you?
via Daily Prompt: Pleased
Did it please you? To take joy in the pain I feel.
Did it? I’m so sure that it did.
I’m sure that it pleased you when I tried to explain how awful I felt; leaving you the way I did. I do regret my past transgressions, but that was overlooked by you.
Does it please you now knowing my heart will never be the same; I will never be the same.
Does it? I’m so sure that it does.
It makes you happy knowing she is exactly like me, only younger. She is the version of myself you wished I had been.
I will never be released from the pain of losing you.
Does it Please you yet?
Well, does it?