Everyday I ask myself, WHY. HOW? What the Hell Happened?
Where did my mind go, and what was I feeling?
I know it… I know I’m in love… But…
There’s a complication in my life. Something I can never have, that I want so bad.
But, if I allow bliss in the additional individuals life… than I just need to keep my mouth closed, my heart filled, but yet empty.. And subsist in this life like how it’s meant to be.
No more tragedies, no more days of crying myself to sleep, no more chances on asking, or producing another dilemma. It’s time to just carry on.

Even if it hurts so bad. Even if it doesn’t indulge that certain area of my heart.
Even if it takes my name away, and sprays my face with acidic ache. Even if theres poison in my veins, or a damp carcass laying across my core. Or that green criminal named Envy slashing itself throughout my body, making me want to hurt and hate and destroy.
It was never meant to be this way anyways.
I was never entitled to this line of honor.

Thinking happy thoughts is harder than you think. When the weight of Hell pulls you deeper into the rim of unmanageable resentment.
Because what can you do, when the person you love… doesn’t even know you exist anymore… what can you do, when the person you worship loves another completely? What can you do when your heart splits in half, and you can feel the blood oozing past the shredded tissue and muscles. The pain of feeling broken never ceases to amaze me.

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Something I wrote for D.K

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