I expected too much, my heart beat faded for a while as I struggled to breathe.
For as much as the past has beauty, the worst happened too and that has pushed me away, dreams are bittersweet, reality is now torture, I wake up and regret why, I hate mine, am tormented by these memories.
Tears are my neverending fountain of pain.
Being numb shuts everything and everyone out, only a few know how to pass that barrier and when they do, the real me waits patiently.
I’ve stubbed myself time and time again and I still live.