Today, my name is Wednesday.

I feel like Wednesday Addams. In other news...

This pain hurts more than a thousand daggers pointed at your softest part.
It began from the chest, and accelerated to the rest of my lifeless body.
As the tears well up in my eyes, my heart races with emotions too strong to describe.
This pain is more than labour. It is more than a flesh wound, cut or a bruise; it is internal.
I blame myself. I caused it I just can’t stop it. My eyes are bloodshot from the endless crying.
It is like a circle. It has begun but has no end.

This pain leaves you weak, no energy.
No one to talk to, no one who understands this feeling of knives cutting their way out from the inside with no remorse for organs and tissue.
No reason to wake in the morning, there is nothing to look forward to.
No reason to lay in bed, my mind is too busy to rest.

This pain eludes my mind and reveals itself on my face.
No matter how hard I try to think of what could’ve been,
I’m reminded of what is and what will never be.
Until the day where my knives and daggers have gone,
My tears have dried up,
And my heart returns
This pain will remain, unnerving and unnatural.

Author : Yours Truly

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