Monday, 8 February 2010
06:41:51 AM (GMT)
You don’t realise now, but one night, when you’re staring at the ceiling with
all failure at sleep, it hits you- you’ll never be with him. You blink as you feel
your eyes begin to swell with tears. Your heart sinks and your mind races with one
thousand thoughts. You turn over and attempt to sleep, but you can’t get him off
your mind. Squinting your eyes to hold back tears, your grasp on the pillow tightens
with every heartache. Then falls your first tear.
“Don’t cry, please, don’t cry,” you think to yourself. But it’s no good,
the second tear falls. Then the third and fourth. They’re pouring down your face
now. You slightly whimper, though it grows louder and louder. No-one hears you, but
then again, noone ever did.
You bury your head into your pillow, trying to suffocate all your emotions- you just
want it to stop. You see his face in your mind. Memories start rolling back.
Everything seems so clear now, he won’t ever be yours. Never.
“Who am I to say you love me?” You ask yourself. “This was never meant to be,
so why am I fooling myself?” You were never happy. It was all just a mask to prove
your strength. The hero doesn’t always get saved.
You search deep inside soul to find any strength left. There’s nothing. Nothing at
all. Just emptiness.
Your eyes stay wide open till morning, pondering on all the what’s and if’s, all
the why’s and how’s.
You now realise that this is what it feels like to have a broken heart. They were
right all along- truth hurts…it really, really hurts.