scarring the pages

I am writing to you once again, I have realized that my words just keeps on flowing just like my tears. I know you don’t like reading as much as you don’t want me to cry over you, but I just can’t help it. I would die if I’d stop reaching you, I’d go numb if I’d stop crying or feeling…

Nobody could understand me except for these empty pages I scar every night with the sharpness of my pen and the vastness of my emotions. This empty space where I create my own world, where I could just pour out my sorrows, my endeavors, the only thing who’d just be silent and hear me scream.

I have so many thoughts inside my head, emotions that has been marring me since the day I have left you. Nobody can save me except for God I know, but I also know that you can help me out of this oblivion, I know cause you’re the one who broke me.

I am here, my scar open; fill it up before it’s too late. Hear me cry under the blanket of darkness, reach my hand before I drown under the sea of void. Love me again before I forget how to love in return…