It hurts
I t hurts, I know it does, I see your soul hiding behind the wall you built with the remains of your dead dreams and your old smiles. I see your heart, afraid to love again hanging on to a shred of futile hope, telling itself the feelings are all gone, but knowing all too well they are not. The pain of memories you won't let go of, shows in the sadness that clouds your eyes.. memories that haunt your nights and curse your days. In your mind, you play and play the tattered film of what happened... Sign in to see full entry.