Hey readers, I don't know how you make take this so I'm advising anyone who is feeling down in the dumps or depressed or something to be slightly cautious with this one
Some Good A Hear….
A heart is worth very little if it doesn't function effectively.
To love, to care, to show compassion, earnest, trust and loyalty to those who are precious to you, those you'd give your all and then some to protect them against the evils of the world. These are just the minor requirements the heart has to fulfil.
When on the verge of being crushed the only thing you can do is keep it together on the roller coaster ride at all times.
Trying your best to cushion that fatal blow that would take every ounce of laboured air out of your lungs ending what you knew as your persona, leaving it shattered and in shambles; the blow that would ensure the safety of the hard working muscle that wasn't guarded well enough from the traitorous web of lies the thought of love spun or that same very heart coming to an abrupt stop making you clutch your chest in agony.
That gut retching feeling that you were and still aren't or ever will be good enough. That what you had to give was worth nothing at all. That every moment spent preparing for this time you knew was inevitable but tried nether the least to avoid from occurring was all in vein.
Often finding yourself on your hands and knees, choking on your own tears and dry sobs that miserably put you to sleep every night that you wished never came. But as nature would have it we always go back, into our minds, searching intently for what hurt us, only further adding to the turmoil that is your sad excuse of a life.
How it has changed so drastically makes you shiver subconsciously at how everything can be easily changed and altered in the blink of tear filled eyes.
The pain too much to bare, any confidence or self-esteem salvaged now lost. Not even the cool breeze making its way through the window could change your mode, your tear-stained face all in a mess, not caring in the least.
What's the point? When the reason you vehemently believed was what you lived for didn't treat you better than a plough eating away at the dirt. Heck, even a mouse was treated better by a hungry alley cat!
To think she was once strong, independent, stood on her own two feet and didn't allow anyone to get in the way of her goals, of her upcoming success in this world.
To think it was all thrown away, dismissed, all that hard labour filled work throughout the years for not. Shaking uncontrollably at the thought that your life was down the drain all thanks to heartless dark evil being, not knowing the meaning of love.
Cruelty, hurt, pain, gruesome were words he knew, words that made his regularly emotionless face contort into a sickening smile, a smirk of some sorts if you will, a look of pure glee on his dream crushing heart stealing emotionally robed face.
To think….just to think,… for one more minute that this all could be avoided if she just listened! Listened to the reasons coming from the people who truely cared.
'You found love in a hopeless place' over and over that one statement rang clear within her mind. Haunting her very soul with its truth. So much so that the bedroom mirror is shattered at the force she used to release some of her stress.
Shoulders shaking, sobs and loud cries echoed across the room as she is reduced to used paper, crumpled to the floor.
"Some good a heart is!" croaked the shaking body on the mat below the bed.
This popped into my head and I just had to write it. I honestly think it's a little sad or maybe even depressing. But plz know there wasn't much emotional motive behind this fanfic, I believed it was time to break off into something a little different.
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