I wish I could carve my heart out of my chest. I want nothing more than to collapse into the ground, feeling-less. But instead I get to sit here and absorb my tears through my numbing pain. I'm getting goosebumps from my heart's ache, kind of ironic. Does anyone want to do it for me? Just rip it on out? Or is that what everyone's already been doing? I mean, enough people have continuously hurt me... so maybe there's nothing there anymore and that's why it hurts. I want to cry for what was ripped out of me in violation. Why is it always my fault for doing what's right? HE hurt ME, I told him, and why it hurt. And all he did was takeoff with what I told him and used my blood from that ravaged heart of mine as fuel to run.
*hey guys! I only wrote this much to see if you all liked it enough for me to really start writing this story! I'll actually have it based on dramatized versions of my life experiences, so lmk your feedback and thanks for reading!
-much love, B-