It’s the people that know you best, that you love most, that can hurt you most cruelly. My heart bleeds and cries for the time I didn’t know disappointment. Your words cut deep and your actions, or the lack thereof, even more. I starve for when I will be immune to whatever you do and say. For a time when you will have no effect on me.
One day, one glorious day, my pain will be yours, your lack of empathy will be mine. I will make it out stronger and better but you will live in the past and regret everything you could have done and everything you actually did. My heart breaks but soon nothing will be left to crumble and from the ashy fragments I’ll rebuild something even stronger.
Someone with Heartache