This pain is like a needle that pierces through my heart whenever i feel bothered about love an insecurity, love could make me feel more alive, this same love could hurt me like an arrow piercing through my heart.
Whenever i feel hurt, i hold it to myself, because i can only feel the pain and hurt inside me.
How could this love make me feel so much pain? but yet still feel so sweet. Love and hate exist simultaneously.
Pain knew me not until my heart was betrayed, what i thought i loved became the pain i feel. I now feel pain, for there is no one to talk to. For the fear of the unknown have taken over me, i have no one to hold.
Is anyone out there? Do anyone care?.
Yes, i still know that good people still exist out there who would hear my silent voice. For this pain i feel, someone else has felt it, if they could survive, then, there is hope for me. So long as there is breathe, there is hope.
Do not let depression creep in for that is the thief.
I remain focus for this pain i feel helps me to become a better writer.