Quietly waiting anticipation is thundering around,
Somewhere close to where I fell down.
When you are like me,
You learn that your heart is not free.
It breaks easily,
People play tricks on you,
Sometimes they are your best friends.
You wonder how you can even stand to look at them,
Without huge tears bursting out of the space that is your face.
Because this person has hurt you deep,
Burnt you worse than ever before,
Makes you regret a lot of things you ever said,
Or ever considered in your head.
Makes you wish that feelings were dead,
That they never existed instead.