A Tearaway

The thing about a heartbreak is that, of course, it hurts. The tears may run dry, but the pain, stays. There will be a time when the only thing that walks you to your sleep is your tear. But then you'll wake up in the middle of the night, and the first thing that crosses your mind and heart will be the pain, again. Then it'll be hard for you to get back to sleep, cause your brain is busy playing your certain pieces of memory with a certain person constantly be the center of the scene. That's when your heart aches, a lot. You started to cry again, just so your eyes will be weary enough to get you back to sleep.

Then the morning comes... It may be hard for you to get up, to face the day differently, independently. Maybe your tears will come out again, so will the pain. You're hurt, and emotionally left with no options.

You'll try to start to build a part of your so-called little world back. There will be a moment when it feels like the pieces are finally completing each other, but it'll only take a second, a smile of a certain someone that your brain flashes you, for it to fall right apart again. Then you'll start from scratch, over and over again.

You're in such a pain, everything aches. You share with your friends, but that’s just as far as how it can get. You don’t really spill the core of your heart out, simply cause you don’t think they’ll understand how much it aches. They give you hugs, but only a very few feels real. You waited till your day’s done to cry, cause they expect you to get better. You’re trying, but it doesn’t get you too far.

Erasing every little trace of the memory seems impossible, and you're not sure whether you can do it. You’re trapped, you can’t seem to let go, but to keep on holding to every bit of the past hurts too much. You want things to go back to the way they used to, but you’re not sure if it’s worth fighting for, not if it will end with the same pain as it does right until this second.

It’s your first cut, it’s the deepest. It’s not a breakup, it's a heartbreak.