February had been unusually kind to me.
For once I thought nothing but good could happen.
My life had felt complete for the first time.
I was content with where things were, and where things were going.
Who would've thought that I could be this happy, I sure didn't.
But as it would go, I guess I am just not allowed to be happy.
I had finally felt like I had a purpose and that I meant something to someone.
There must be some law somewhere that I can't achieve complete happiness.
Right as I felt like things couldn't be better, they took an unexpected turn for the worse.
The old ways of February had returned. I was left heartbroken and alone.
I don't know what to think or what to feel. Immediately I blamed myself for the occurrence.
My heart feels as though it has been ripped out, and I struggle to know just what to do.
My emotion is raw, and my words are few. I don't know what should be said.
My world has turned upside down and I am left to look at the shattered remains or what was.
February has broken me once again. I am hurting, I am helpless, and I am alone.