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3 / 3 / 2012 @ 01:40

No one knows.
I mean no one really knows.
How I’m slowly breaking inside.
A little more everyday.
I can’t take it.
Such a broken family.
Trying to act so unbroken.
Such broken people breathing but not necessarily living.
Going through the motions of living really.
Tears. What are those? Merely the water that escapes me before my mind escapes to dream at night.
Dream of what happiness feels like.
I almost feel like it’s too hard to be happy anymore.
You shouldn’t have to force yourself to be happy.
That’s not what happy is.
What is happy?
It almost seems like that’s not even what I want to be.
At this point it would just be nice not to be sad.
Sometimes I catch glimpses of it.
But then I remember what’s really happening with me.
You’d think they would be proud.
You’d think they would love me.
You’d think they would at least show it.
But no.
No such thing as love.
No such thing as caring.
Not anymore.
No one cares.
No one really cares.
That takes a heart.
Even a broken one.
Broken hearts should be the strongest ones.
They should be the ones able to love the most.
They should pump the most blood.
They should last the longest.
Then again you can always die of a broken heart.