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.