Yet I plaster a smile on my made up face, pretending to the world that all is well. Meanwhile there is a war raging inside me and I am collapsing like a rotten apple with an intact skin.
Wednesday, 29 January 2014
Empty heart
I want to pour my heart out; emptying it of all it's contents. Then I want to scrub it clean, disinfect it with bleach and dry it in the hot summer sun. I am filled with pain. It washes over me like the incoming tide. Unrelenting. The sadness I feel affects every facet of my life. I ache with it. It is consuming me; cancerous, infecting every cell.
Yet I plaster a smile on my made up face, pretending to the world that all is well. Meanwhile there is a war raging inside me and I am collapsing like a rotten apple with an intact skin.
Yet I plaster a smile on my made up face, pretending to the world that all is well. Meanwhile there is a war raging inside me and I am collapsing like a rotten apple with an intact skin.
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