19 April 2012
You know that feeling. It's is your chest, the one you get before you are about to loose it. You feel the tears sting the back of your eyes, and the pain swells, and you are just fighting to keep it down, while you just lay there, in utter pain, feeling as if you aren't loved. The words sting, they are sharp and to the point, meaning behind every one of them. You here the bang, the one you could make out from a mile away. The it's quiet. The engine starts, and you know it's one of those nights. The clean crisp steps up the stairs, pausing only a breif moment infront of your room, but not daring to walk in. For only a second you pray they will come in, but then you here that they have already passed. do they know that you have heard every single word? Do they relies it hurts you to? No, I didn't think so. This is the time when you are screaming with the tears falling, starting to believe that know one loves you, and that's when you really need it, but it doesn't come. You slowly start to dry up, your head pounding then you look up and begin to speak, the three word that come out of your mouth are "you love me" and that's the last thing you remember.
My Thoughts • Opuss № I