We really have to hurt each other first before we realize

how much we meant to each other, huh? All we need to do is

dwell on the hurt for awhile, let it sink in and let it seep

into your system, until it reached your heart.

It's like drowning, you keep on struggling to swim up to the surface,

you're so close but you can't seem to reach it until

you grew tired of struggling, you swallowed water, you

run out of air...and then, you cry. You cried like you never

cried before. You can't breathe, you feel as though

there's a weight on your chest and you can't move.

You feel so weak. You wanted to get up, but you drift in and

out of sleep, thinking of your love, what happened, how

did it happen, why it did happen but, you're so so tired,

you don't want to think, you don't to feel. You

shed all your tears, there's no more tears to shed anymore.

You feel as though in an abyss, a pit, a dark hole at the ends

of the earth and no cared where you're at or where you've

gone to. You had a distinct memory of a love you cherished

with your life, a moving force, a spirit that captured your

heart.

After long days and nights you struggled to exist

again, You see the light at the end of the tunnel, a hand reaching

out to you, the grip so strong and wouldn't let you fall

again.

Suddenly, you're in somebody's warmth,

and you felt so secure, a heaven you never want to lose. Either

they take you back to your sanity or lead you to your death,

but never lose that never again.