Truth Hurts I just wanted to tell him that I loved him. I just wanted to tell the truth. But instead the truth smacked me in the face. The words were on the tip of my lips. But his lips were on someone else's. The action killed any words I wanted to utter, and instead gave birth to unexpected and unwanted tears. I thought nothing could ever hurt me, knowing that the love of my #life loved me more than I could ever possibly love him; but I was wrong. His lies hurt me. His actions hurt me. And worst of all, The truth hurt me.

Save Me Drip. Drip. Drip. Blood droplets falling on the marble floor, escaping from my veins. Tears slipping from my eyes in steady, never ending streams. I'm losing everything. My heart is breaking. My mind is bursting. My hopes have dried up. My dreams have shattered. While my blood and tears continue to flow. I'm losing it all - slowly and painfully. Somebody help me. Somebody save me.

13 Steps Pain travels fast up my legs with every step I take. Agony licks away at my body - consuming me. But I continue forward. With every step I take, my legs tremble; tears smoothly escape my eyes- blurring my vision. The crunch of the glass beneath my feet makes me feel alive. Just one more step. Just a few more seconds. I stop. Looking down, even with my blurred vision, I can clearly make out the distinctive imprints of my feet in red. 13 steps. 13 footprints in blood. My blood. Tears continue to escape. Pain continues to spread. Agony continues to slither deeper in my body; deep into my bones. I feel it. I feel alive...

I Wish I Could Say... Words leave me when I need them the most. Why? For years I have wondered, what it would be like to say what's on my mind; in my heart and yet, I got nothing. I watch people. Watch them say whatever is on their mind; in their hearts! Without reprecussions. But I'm not that lucky. The only thing I face after relieving my heart of the heavy burden of repressed feelings, is reprecussions. Consequences. Punishment. Which result in nothing but hour long pain and endless stream of tears. I try to stop. Try to stop myself from letting the tears flow. But I fail. And this failure ultimately results in my comfort. My peace. My silence.

I didn't know when everything around me was no more. I thought I will be forever surrounded by the people and things that I cherished the most. But one by one, they all began to disappear from my #life. It happened so smoothly, so gradually, that I never noticed that I went from being the girl who had everything, to being to girl that had nothing. In a blink of an eye, everything faded, everyone left. And I was left with nothing but the hows?, whats?, why?and whens?