Pain or Love

I sit here and begin to wonder, is my life really what it seems? This question pierces through my inner being like a hot blade. I feel the burn in my heart and hear the sizzle of burning skin on my chest. The sizzle from the heat, and it blisters. That hot bubbles of flesh fill with lifeless liquid and pop to release the parasites which crawl out of my oozing wounds. The parasites of fear and evil, crawling in my skin, tracks and traces running as my blood thickens to a single solid pulse. Searing pains rush through me with every throb of my now cold and blackened heart. All of these feelings, all these emotions, rushing to my head, through my neck, and slip on my tongue.

Then silence.

She looks at me expectantly, whilst I reply, "I love you too."

Tell me. Why is it so hard for me to express what I really feel? Why does it hurt to tell the truth to those who need you most? Or is it truth? Why does it hurt so much? Tell me, is this pain, or is this love?