The moment that you left me, my heart was split in two; one side was filled with memories; the other side died with you. I often lay awake at night when the world is fast asleep; and take a walk down memory lane with tears
My friend, talking about herself harm. My heart stopped. I don't want her to deal with the same pain I have since I was But I'm a selfish asshole and won't say anything because I don't want them to know.
Most terrifying thing that can happen. Your heart stops, you try not to wince but when you do it's not because it hurts. You're too numb to feel the pain, you wince from fear. You grimace from terror of someone else knowing