Mi_Mi

They say 'that's the way love goes' and that 'time heals all wounds.' I suppose their right but those cliches don't register when your heart is in 5 pieces weighing down the bottom of your gut like an anvil. That just doesn't register when all that you know, and all that you have ever hoped for is torn in more pieces then your heart. As you reflect the pros and cons like a silent movie in your head, it gets harder to swallow, harder to breathe. Deep sighs and deep breaths dont help when your staring up at a clear day and see nothing but clouds. You hope for a better tomorrow, you hope for pity, you hope for revenge, then, after awhile, you just hope for hope. When all feeling is gone and you go numb, everything is a pale reflection of what it used to be. Routine becomes your rock and being numb is your only savior from the feeling of dying inside out.