One shot to the heart without breaking your skin.
Has any one ever felt a victim to that sensation? When something someone says or does hurts you so bad, you choke on disbelief at the situation and your back throws out, as if you’ve been shot. And then the tears roll out? Yeah, that’s what happens when someone you love hates you. And they’d rather pull toenails out rather than talk to you. And that someone is the same someone who, prior to the circumstance would pull toenails at the thought of losing you or to keep you in their arms. Its when that person puts their fucking friend on the phone to embarrass you. That’s when you’re launced into a world of hurt, and you curl into a ball, and squeeze tight on that pillow he gave you on August 3rd and you cry. You cry.
Don’t try sleeping with a broken heart. It won’t work. No you can’t heal a broken heart before bedtime, but you better heal with hate until the real healing begins. When you have to say to yourself “I FUCKING HATE THAT SON OF A BITCH” and you feel better. So you sleep. The next morning you wake up realizing that you are a victim of Cupid’s twisted games. Then throughout the day, everytime you think of that time when you got shot in the heart, and tears well up. “What’s wrong” the teachers and students ask you? My eye’s watering. Ha, watering. Water water. Shower, puddles, drip drop, snow, wet, moist. Camouflage the tears. But this time, you don’t wanna take a shower, you are inclined to drown yourself, end your life here on Earth. Take a chill pill. Drink some water. Splash water on your face. Ha, water.
Choke on life, Choke on love, Choke on…water?
