All she ever wanted was to be loved. Out of many possible things she could think, she only wants his affection. Sometimes she stares blankly at her bedroom walls realizing; it hurts. The pain of being mistreated excruciating in her nerves. Reminding her that she’s alive but the man she loves is slowly killing her inside. They say love is the most wonderful thing, then why does it give her melancholic feeling? She breathes the poisonous air of a toxic relationship; it is suffocating. Yet, she’s still surviving and manage to look so fine, to love him right so he could see how precious she is, but his eyes are close and his heart is cold. Many times she tried to quit. Gather all her strength and plan the right words to say then leave. She felt she was ready and the moment she saw his face, again, she’s back staring blankly on her bedroom walls and realize it hurts. Her courage left her when she needs it the most. Yes, she does know her worth but her mind can’t speak to her heart, and she’s tired. Tired of begging for something she deserve. Tired of running after someone who doesn’t bother to look back. Tired of understanding his short comings, that the never-ending feeling of sadness is part of the package. She’s tired disappointing her own hopes. She’s weary crying all her frustrations to sleep but all she could do is to pray that one day she’ll wake up and doesn’t feel the same way anymore.
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