What sucks about love is the aftermath. It fucking hurts. It leaves you crying and mourning. As if your chest was torn in to two and there’s nothing you can do. As if you’re trapped in a room that’s closing on you. It smothers you. It kills you inside. Slowly. Painfully.
It fucking hurts. To be left or to leave someone you love the most. To pretend you’re fine when you’re not. To cry every night and not having someone to tell it to. It hurts. It hurts when no one wants to listen anymore. When you’re tired but you can’t stop. When all the feelings get you down. When all the emotions build up and you just break down..
It sucks when you can’t really do anything but cry. Hoping that you can turn back time and do it one more time. But you can’t… You can’t do anything but to cry and weep.. Because it hurts..
It sucks when no one actually understands how you feel. You think they do but they don’t.. They hear you but they don’t listen.. It sucks when you can’t scream it out loud cause people will judge you.
Love is always good. But pain, rejection, to feel neglected and to feel alone sucks