frostedxtears

Have you ever kept a secret to yourself? Or multiple secrets, even? And not being able to trust anyone, you would have kept them so deeply hidden, refusing to ever let anyone find out- that at times, it gets so overwhelming to the point that it feels like you’re going to explode because you simply just can’t hold it all in any longer? And then, to help hide away this little part of you, you lie and make up little stories- just so you can then fabricate these completely untrue yet seemingly plausible explanations in order to fill the gaps in your story and excuse the truths that you cannot tell? Keeping such secrets like that is ess

The blood, coursing through my veins; it carries the throbbing beat of my heart: my living, mourning, hurting heart. This pain, more terrible than the piercing of a diamond edged blade, cuts right through. Enveloping this meager piece of flesh, this insignificant bit of muscle that pumps life into the body, in a darkness like nothing else. Oh; it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. It hurts so very much. When I look into your eyes, I see no hint of anything more than a fleeting sense of mere recognition- an uncertain recognition, which fades quickly into dismissal, a figment forgotten. It is slight; it is momentary; it is nothing out of the ordinary