Love and LifeA Story by Miss ChrissWrote this after a breakup with a fiance. We were together for 5 years out of my life. Still hurting 4 years later, but things are getting better and looking up
In the one solitude moment of the day that I have, I sit and start pondering on love. "To have loved and lost, is better to have never loved at all"- is bull. What's the point of loving, when you're always losing? The whole sharade of life is sickening to me after living and learning thus far. It's almost as if I'm drowning. Like swimming in an ocean of vomit, suddenly stopping because I'm so numb from pain. The waves thrashing, seeing the surface rise, pressure getting almost unbearable; but I'm still breathing wondering why wanting so much to die. Then I start to panic. Start building up that wall, being careful not to let anyone back in. Sometimes, I ask myself, "Is this really my life? Or am I living in my Hell?" I dont know why, but I'm starting to forget the girl I used to be. You know, the girl every one loved. I had dreams and ambitions. I used to smile, but now days, I just use it as a mask to cover up how my heart is still broken. HE took me for granted, and took everything I had and was away from me. Why am I the one who still hurts? Used to, I was afraid of nothing. Now, I'm afraid of living, afraid of death, and so afraid to love again. I don't know, maybe if I took a couple steps back and traded shoes with someone so to look at it from their shoes, I would then understand. Until then, I'm unable to love... © 2009 Miss ChrissFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on February 27, 2009 Last Updated on March 7, 2009 AuthorMiss ChrissSpartanburg, SCAboutLets see...I'm 25 years old from Spartanburg, SC. Love to write short stories and poetry. Check out my stuff and lemme know what u think... more..Writing
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