I wish..
I wish I was as strong as everybody thinks. I'm the girl who can get through anything. The girl who breezes through heartbreaks. The girl who can find someone else, someone better, always. The girl who is so independent, so strong, so willed. Or so they think.
I wish I was as numb as shed like to think. The girl who doesn't feel anymore. The girl who doesn't care. The selfish, self-interested girl who couldn't care less about what anyone has to say.
But actually, I'm not.
My heart is broken. It feels like its in pieces, and every piece has a jagged end. These edges poke me from the inside every time I move. Even every time I breathe. I'm so fine on the outside. My hair is straightened out, My eyelashes curled, my outfit chic. Ive my chin held high, my mouth in a coy smile. But inside, I'm bleeding. Sometimes I even wonder how I able to survive. Sometimes the pain isn’t even metaphorical. Its real. Like someone is squeezing my heart, like I'm having a cardiac arrest, like I just want to curl and throw up. And people would all ask if I'm okay. And I will say I'm fine, with a smile that I don't even know how I'm muster.
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I'm Sorry.
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