There was a girl who knew the worst pains—she knew the feeling of her heart torn to pieces, the feeling of her soul ripped apart to shreds. So she became kind—she let people break her, hurt her in so many ways, that she would slowly pick the shards and put them back again.
After all, what’s there to be scared of after dying a million times inside?
As I sat in the dark
I felt that old feeling
The familiar sensation
The good friend called loneliness
Start slinking back to me
At first it whispered
Its presence filled the room
The cold emptiness washed over me
And brought the hole in my chest
The tear stained pillows
The sleepless nights
The endless worry
It dragged me down
And just when I gave in to the ache
And my shoulders started to shake
Aloneness grabbed me and kept pulling me deeper
Never to be brought back to the light.
Just because we don’t talk anymore doesn’t mean that I’ve forgoten about you. It doesn’t mean that I no longer care. Truth is, I still do. I do my best to check up on you, to see how you’re doing. To see if you’re okay, but every time I get the urge to talk to you, it suddenly hits me that, we’re strangers, you don’t want me in your life, that’s the reason I’m no longer a part of your life. But, even though everything changed, I just want you to know that, I’m still here. I’ll still be here for you, I’ll still lend you my shoulders and ears. I don’t care what time it is, what I’m doing. Don’t hesitate to talk to me, because half the time, I wish you were talking to me. I just really miss your presence, I miss, you being my best friend, I just miss you in general…