Third Degree

That moment when the pain hits the most. When his rejection hurts and there's nothing you can do about it. It's not his fault. He's oblivious. But why ? Why then did he have to allow it? Why did he become the cause of the hurt and the pain and the heartache and sickening feeling of not neing wanted! It's not his fault. But he's the reason. He's the reason for the mind numbing. For the burns and the sad memories and the lack of joy. He stole it. He stole the happiness. He took away the temporary bliss that kept me sane. I could say it's okay a thousand times. But it's not. It's okay It's not It's s okay It's s not It's s okay It's not How could it be! He says we're wicked. He's the king of mean. Disguising his evil intent and selfishness under the facade of unconditional love. I go through unbearable pain and don't let anyone know about it. Because sometimes, the reason for being silent is not pain. It's the realization that no one cares about the problem, and no one can do any thing about it. -In.m.F