Amie

You know when you’ve found it, there’s something I know,
‘cause you feel it when they take it away.

Im back at Damien Rice mode…I stayed out for long, but the good son always returns home. So im back…sooner than I thought, but here nonetheless. And I hope is not for long, but I wont mind every minute I spend here. Life will go on, I will wake up everyday, and go to work and joke around, and call my friends….but at the bottom of my smile the will be the aftermath of sorrow, and in those dreadful silent moments when I let down my guard, those horrible thoughts will come back and haunt me. And for a moment or two my heart will stop, and I won’t be able to breathe, and tears will come to my eyes and I will pretend its my contacts, and I will cough pretending it’s the beginning of a cold, and I will put on a fake smile and to everyone around me I’ll be just fine…and only I will now that my heart broked down a little more, and that I can’t seem to find a way to put it back together, that its shattered pieces hurt like broken glass…. And I will pretend im ok, everyday until even I believe it. A lie said a thousand times might not turn into a truth, but at least I wont have to deal with giving out explanations.