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.
