When will this pain stop?

The most painful thing in the world, is not NOT being 2 tell the person how much he meant 2 you....The most painful thing in life, is 2 see, with your own eyes, the love of ur life falling 4 someone else in front of you and you can’t do anything about it...

how many times can a heart break? How broken can a heart shatter???how deep...can a heart hurt??No matter where you are, my visuals are only meant 4 you and you alone... You outshine all and above the rest and in my eyes, you are perfect... And everything around you just tend 2 blur out...But do you notice me???

So painful till you can’t with stand any longer?? So painful till you want 2 hurt yourself, 2 divert that pain 2 something more physical... 2 work till you fall ill...2 intoxicate urself until reality detaches itself from you...! 2 run away so 2 avoid facing the truth...! 2 cut urself bcause it hurts so much on the inside you rather it hurts on the outside...You close your eyes, and hope you will never need 2 wake up tomorrow, and forever live in ur dream. Nothing changes in dreams..

Things done, time spent, moments shared… it all seem meaningless now... Suddenly everything that were wonderful, everything that kept me prancing in the morning, humming while taking a shower, smile sillily while working/playing/watching a horror movie, became memories in an instant...~And the pain rouses up and it hurts, oh it hurts badly... How can such beautiful memories turn into something so painful, a nightmare that haunts you every night, every waking hour, for what feels like an eternity??A friend once told me, the most painful experience, is 2 see the love of ur life, falling in love with the person you trust the most...Another friend shared with me.. the ultimate pain is 2 love someone so deeply and be loved in return, and 2 see him go back 2 the arms of another woman every night...Cheat. Betrayal. 2 be cheated and 2 cheat...!! 2 betray and be betrayed...!! How broken can a heart break?!!How hurt can a heart hurt??!!

It has been raining non stop these few days, as though the sky empathizes how I feel... Does it rain because god understands the agony I’m going through inside..or because I am sad..therefore it rains...The coldness of this wet weather freezes my heart, or it is because I’m already frozen inside..I press my hand over to my chest close to my beating heart..“Yes I’m still alive.”