Alone, sitting in the dark,
wondering where I begin tomorrow.
The decision is final and the heartache inches into my body.
My soul, my life, I cry.
But there are no tears.
No tears because something in me believes that this is for the best.
Then i question my heart,
Do i really love you or the thought of you?
I feel it, the pain.
This psychological reaction hurts.
A tear falls, but not for you, for me.
I'm weak and I fall.
My brain finds the answer which travels to my voice box and i scream "yes".
I love you, but it"s to late, your gone.
I look out my window at the sky.
"is it really meant to be this way?" I ask.
The pain hits me hard to the heart, and I close my eyes.
It won.
The pain took over and now i'm hurt, physically, emotionally,and mentally.
