It hurts , and we don't heal , it's just we forget about it, things get back to normal and we forget about it.
It felt like a nail was being hammered in my head, but I was wrong it was always the case of heart.
It was irresistible , but I endured it.
Never wished myself well, blamed it all myself
Thought I was at fault, but believe me time changed it all.
I gathered up myself, took it all in, started again , with those wounds that can't heal , some got forgotten, some still accompany me as the new ones arrive and take there places. Time changes and change us with it even if it is a smallest bit, that also sometimes changes the reason of our pain as well.
But mine stayed the same it's always somehow the same. Some of them I got so used to that the portion of my heart that responds that pain died, know what now I have to pretend that I care about that thing, I wanna laugh out loud and tell them congratulations you KILLED it. But sometimes I think I should thank them that I won't be felling that thing for rest of my life maybe.
Sometimes a smallest good gesture of someone effects my heart, but then I around and see its normal ,its just I am not normal to it.
And I know that I am not the only one everyone face something that hard that make some part of them rough, its just different with everyone no doubt.
But at the end either we carry that pain with us with greater good coming in future , either forget about it or make that pain our weakness unconsciously OR consciously .
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