Love didn't exist.At least not in my world.
The emotion locked deep beneath a marred heart.
The thorns of loss pulled tight until the once supple organ became taught and unrecognisable with the bitterness that flowed through my veins, tainting my body black with the darkness that consumed me.
Depression, that's what they called it.
A word used to describe those feeling depressed or saddened.
A word overused.
My heart was a shattered glass, held together by nothing but thorns.
The tighter they coiled,The more I broke,The more it hurt.
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Because everything hurt in this world.It was unavoidable.Everybody had to get hurt sometime.
Some more then others.
Mother always told me 'Don't you cry when you're down.' But there was a tear every time that I blinked.
He left me in pieces. He
