What you see is not how I feel, My fears, my feelings I always conceal. Being strong for you is all that I know, now I don’t have to do it, I still struggle to show, the pain in my heart, the tears I hold back, knowing we’ll never just get back on track, and…
We knew it was coming, yet still there’s a sting. The outcome was forecast, But now its happening. Reality sets in and truth must be met. The end of “us” my lowest point yet.
Heart breaking. All my own work. 17 years flew by. Now they fly away. Hurt beyond words. Tears uncontrollable. As they should be.
Decision made. Heartbreak inevitable. Certain of only our love. Yet neither of us feeling it fully. Too much doubt and pain. The forest of our love killing us. Slowly blocking out the light. Dreams dying among the leaf litter.
Decision time. A choice to make. The right one please, for everyone’s sake. Try again? The battle of old? Or fight new battles? Let fate unfold.
What to say? Where to start? Feel my life being torn apart. Love is painful, but a pain I crave. A lifeblood I struggle to keep or save.
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Never been big, always been strong. Strong for friends, for loved ones, for family. Now that strength is failing. Failing for those I love, failing for me. So, so exhausted.