The Cure

Thu, 06/05/2014 - 15:13 -- 25arive

Where were u when I needed you the most?  Was It that bad that you had to go ghost.Ghost to my feelings , ghost to my emotions . Not caring whether you left a scar or tear , not feeling everything that I thought was there...Torn between fantasy and reality not knowing if this would be the last of me. The last of life, love, and laughter the last of a hurt broken from the accident .The accident which killed everything that I had ever hoped or dreamed for. Now my heart bleeds from brokenness hoping for the discovery of a cure for this deadly disease that surpasses upon me. The disease of a broken heart, crushed by earth's fiery, demolished by broken dreams of life being just like a fairy tale that every girl dreams . Yet I must find strength for me, for the others to go on , this can't be my last breath , this can't be my last step, my last to life ,my last to love. I just can't give up until we find a cure for the all the others and most importantly to lov e.

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