Do you ever get that sharp pain? That pain that travels through your chest, pushing every inch of it towards your heart. The type of pain you only receive when you're waiting for that person to finally reply. That pain you get when someone tells you something that makes you feel really, really, really complete.
But that pain isn't always a good pain.
It's also that pain you get when you hate the way your body is viewed by both yourself and that person. That person who viewed you as a toy. That person that touched you in every way you could imagine... Good and bad. That person that ripped your heart to pieces and broke down your walls until all you're left with is self loathe. You hate yourself. You hate the daily reminders of what haunts you in your dreams. Not only your dreams, your room. For that was where it all fell apart... Yeah, that pain never fades.