The pain.. It hurts..
I tell everyone that I’m okay..
And I’m getting tired of my own lies. Because the more I try to prove that I’m fine, the lonelier and the worse I get.
Sometimes I wish I was a little girl again cause bruises caused by playing heal a lot faster than a heart broken into a million little pieces.
I’ve cried more than I though I was capable of.
I’ve run out of tears.. I feel nothing.
I feel empty.
I roam around like a zombie and I nod and laugh.
And all this while I feel hollow on the inside..
And it never goes away.