It’s not something you can clearly communicate to others about how you feel. Most times we act like we don’t even feel it. We smile like we are alright but deep down there’s something like a knife slicing your insides. We all know they’ll be healing for every pain but the problem is how long can you survive? Do I cry? Maybe? Sometimes? Hardly. Your chest just hurts. Sometimes I’d rather allow my self feel physical pain and equate it…
…..After 2 months It started with a birthday wish. And a few questions. Tbh she didn’t even care about him that much. She just wanted to submit her project and get a good job. Hello hi conversations started turning into full fledged sentences. Why must it be her she wondered. Her life was totally fine without his presence. I’ve missed you 🙄🙄🙄 stfu. You’re in a relationship. She wasn’t buying any of that. Someone can’t breeze in and out of…
For what reason do we generally go for what is awful for us? He was resolved not to ever love on the grounds that He’s been hurt severally It was excessively clear she adored him yet he couldn’t reciprocate She never requested much since she would not like to hurt herself She called regularly however she was disregarded He constantly found a reason to keep her far off She gave him most of her attention She smiled so sweetly and…
I decided to read my favourite story one last time It was accompanied with nausea rippled in an empty stomach The only light I could see was darkness and shadowy forms of anguish My fingers were numb as my throat was dry from pain My palms were sweaty and sticky as I stared on the story that was once filled with sunshine My heart was a raging inferno with no relief to be found The pages were blurred from rivulets…