recovery.

she was my moon in dark nights, my sun in bright days, and the stars in my rough times. in her eyes, I saw heaven, looking at them feeling deafened. a billion thoughts running through my mind, reeling me into believing the lies. at last, I saw her failed tries, and I felt like I was trapped in the cries, of the fake pain in her eyes. so I ran away without another sight— once again, I gaze at the light. is it the memories of what once was right, or is it just the lies that have been created by my imagination?