It was difficult at first, more than i admit , it was burdensome. Now I accept it in making my sorrow stir around the beats of my heart. But there is no use holding onto untold promises, and prolong eye-contact. It will only break me, break my soul and shatter my heart into a million pieces. I can't continue living like this, I wonder what the point of living is. If all I do is stare.

        It was easy at first, more than i can show, it's an addiction. Now I can try to accept the feeling of warmth stir between the beats of my heart. But there is no use in holding onto useless secrets, and prolong eye-contact. It will only haunt me, guilt my being and shatter my heart into a million pieces. I wonder how I can continue living like this, I wonder how I can find my purpose. If all I can do is stare. 

Was it just enough for you to endure, since you were prepared for it?
Was it less painful?
What about love?

Honestly, this is my truth
I’m just afraid