A silent heart. I don't know if that's even possible, but those are the only words that I could come up with to describe my pain and my scars. Pain from opening my heart and only getting bull crap back. Scars from trying over-and-over again; Hoping to find someone who could help heal my pain, not create a deeper wound. I was wrong, very wrong. It's amazing how you have everything going for yourself, but is overlooked for those who just want the sex and the money. I rephrase that,
it's ironic and you can even say chronic, because that's how serious it is.
Sigh. You go out everyday on a positive note, believing that not all of them are the same but
only find the truth, that they are. Man, that's a lot of reality to shallow, which is why I keep choking on it, every time. If one thing I've learned from getting my heart shattered so many times is that the pain always feels different. The more I try, the more my heart is at risk of losing it's beat,
because it's so wounded―with scars over scars. I fight everyday for what I want, so take my scars anyway you want. To me, they have been just there but today they've spoken through the grin on my face.
A speechless heart is no longer what I have. It's the core of my pain and voice for my resilient journey for love. However, today I am energy-less because I have no more force in my heart to keep going; It's just completely silent.