You'd think you hear a sound when the most painful moment in your life passed.
Like you'd actually hear the snap of the tight wire you call your mental stability.
Maybe if you looked hard enough you could find some mark on your body.
Something to tell how much pain you've tried to get through. To get over.
Like how can I hurt this much but not have a wound to show for it?
As if I could mend my mind with medicines and pills
Trying to fix the problems I've been inflicting on myself.
What I've been inflicted with.
I feel like I've had an amputation instead of leaving someone behind.
And every time I think about it the places that I've stitched open up again
and I lie there bleeding.
I wish I could've heard the sound of me breaking when it happened,
To define it as the moment I walked away from someone I loved.
The moment I lost my true happiness. And I wonder, if I'll ever get it back.