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Until That Day Comes.
You know, after all this time I feel like I'm angry.
Not at you, but the fact that you have never felt the way that I have, the way that you made me feel.

When we went to therapy, our therapist said that you were feeling your own kind of pain. I'm sure that's true. I bet you felt guilt for a while. But I think you were able to get over it.

Over time the pain is less. But when I think that you have never gone through what you put me through, it makes me think that your sorry will never be enough.

When the day comes that your faith in a person you love is shattered again and again, when your heart is torn out from your body and Crushed In front of you. When  you loose so much sleep, for the longest time, tired becomes normal. When the ache is strong enough to stop and cripple you, but you must go on. When The darkest dark, shadows over you each and every day.

When the day comes that you have to see that person and put on a fecade. One of indifference. Even after such a long time. And you think back on how much a person could hurt you so, and the wound bleeds open. The ache comes back. The tears fall. And you feel left so alone again. so abandoned.

After You're so sick and so tired of feeling like that for that person for so long. And when you find someone else, yet you're so scared to be vulnerable again. You're so afraid that you want to run away. You know you're damaged and you try to push through it, but the cracks bleed and the illusion shatters. The pain Is too much and you remember why.

You remember that person, that somehow is still in your life. How that person Probably only felt guilty and then moved on. How that person would never understand how you felt. How that person will probably never feel that pain.

When, although your angry, at the same time it brings you comfort that he might not get hurt, like you. That he might not get fucked up, like you. That he might not go about his daily life feeling damaged, like you.

Until that day comes, your sorry wont be enough.

© Whin21