You tell me it can't hurt. But you know not. That even when things doesn't happen, it hurts anyway.
The pain exist, even when the thing causing it doesn't.
But I pretend. I pretend everything is okay.
And the thought of that being the only thing I can do, scares me to death.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
You tell me it can't hurt. But you know not. That even when things doesn't happen, it hurts anyway.
The pain exist, even when the thing causing it doesn't.
But I pretend. I pretend everything is okay.
And the thought of that being the only thing I can do, scares me to death.