April 11, 2009
Harte
My heart hurts. Everyday it screams louder and louder, pleading for me to do something. To fix things. But I shut my ears and pretend like I don't hear it. I go on. I live the lie. But inside I am breaking. The more I ignore my poor little heart, the weaker it becomes and I slowly die, all the while pretending that it can withstand anything. If I keep it up, one day it's not going to beat anymore...
scullerymaid at 2:15 p.m.