Heartbeat Of The Dead
I've been close to insanity quite a few times. Need I mention how many times I asked for help and I couldn't find any? They say talking about your problem makes life a little easier. My case was different because talking didn't really make any difference. That hurt, that pain… I could make every one around me laugh but deep down I was very unhappy. And sometimes I couldn't conceal my fury. Sometimes the pain mounts up to your throat and you just need to spill it before it gets to your brain. Lying here, I wonder who knows what actually happened. I can't really explain what happened to me. How do I come continue to mask my pain when truly I'm hurting deep down inside of me? Is pretending to be happy really worth the additional salt I keep adding to my injury? No it's actually not. I'm happy fighting a battle I've already lost because all these voices keep telling me to speed the recovery process. "Don't think about it too much", "Heal fast" and so on… Do I control how I think or what I think about? Do I control who my heart yearns for? I feel so empty maybe because she left me that way.
- The Alpha Female
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