It Falls...

It crumbles. Into pieces, it falls from my chest. Once again, once again… Why should I feel? Can’t feelings just… disappear. I am tired of picking up the pieces. It is all a fault of of mine, a lack of truth. Lets be honest: I’m a romantic who doesn’t believe love to be true.

Ha. You might think this is a contradiction, but trust me when I say paradox defines this feeling called… whatever. I just want it to stop. to disappear. to have never existed. Why is it just painful, and saddening. I give up.

I am finally giving up. I’m tired, and broken enough. I don’t give a shit anymore.