I asked God for a sign. He gave it to me.
Nothing more, nothing less, He gave it to me. The honest to goodness truth.

That painful truth, slapped me real hard,
my cheeks turned red from the impact.

It stung. Real bad. My heart sank. My soul cried.

Sobs, it came without  ending. Rocked my body so bad, it torn me apart.

I remembered wishing it to happen.
But it never did.

Is there a way to make it less painful?
To cushion the damage?
To catch me as I fall.

Because I am.
Falling hard, too fast.

I guess none. Nothing could help me. I am my on my own.

And I am to blame. I brought it upon me.
But boy, it hurts so bad I don't even want to get up.

I screamed. Without a sound, I did.
Trying to be as quiet as I could for I will never let anybody know how vulnerable I could be.

I desperately held myself, too afraid it would break me in half and wishing it would, but it never did anyway.

And in my mind, I kept wishing for the pain to stop, for someone help me.

To make it stop.

And make the pain go away.


© euphemia