Severed Hearts

I don’t understand how they could hurt me.

I don’t know what did I do to deserve such pain.

My heart is throbbing with agony.

Tears like blood, streaming from my red-streaked cheeks.

It isn’t real pain; it isn’t gashing me or making me bleed,

This pain is heartfelt, the pain that leaves a hole, burning inside.

My palms are sweaty. My face is growing hot.

I don’t know how can I feel sad pain, yet be angry.

Then again, how could my “boyfriend” cheat on me? With her!

My “best friend.”

The girl who practically shared my blood.

Why don’t you dig the knife

Deeper into my bones while you’re at it, backstabber?

How indecent of them.

They don’t care…

They got what they wanted and they deemed to hurt me.

I let this sting of pain rush over me once more,

Until I have nothing left.

I just sit here, thinking about the past…

How our friendship used to be, how I never saw this coming.

Thinking about how things played out,

How people change oh so fast.

And now my severed heart is broken even more.

This tenderness has met my remorse,

And I am quickly shut down,

No where to be found.