It hurts. It hurts so bad that my want to bang my stupid head or get a sharp knife cut through my chest to release this pain. It makes me want to die. I can’t even cry properly. It’s like I don’t have any more tear cry. I can’t imagine the pain of losing someone. It’s already hurt like hell just to think about the man I’m with is with someone.
Stupid me for digging so deep that I can’t even get out.
People always say “love hurts”. It’s true. It hurts so bad that you won’t even feel pain if accidentally you get cut by something.
Something about this feeling of love that makes people suffering from it. It’s an invisible kind of string that bonds people together and every time you get out of it, a piece of your soul goes with it. An invisible string that can make people scar for as long as it remains in your heart. The scar you carry may never fade away. It’s a scary string. It looks like it doesn’t have power but the truth is, it controls your soul and body and everything belongs to your body. I hate it. If it ever happens to me that one day I no longer in this love, I will still be satisfied with what I have experienced. It’s an experience that I’ll never forget and will never dare to try again in my living life. It drains enough of my energy.