t e a l c h i c k

I am not okay.
I've been exhausted.
Restless.

And hurt.

I was in my happiest days.

I thought I lived a proper life: 

Work, family, friends, and of course you.

Until that Sunday night, 

Everything I've been building, destroyed by only a single phone call. 

How dare you.

Coming into my life, to my monochrome world, 

bringing lights and colours,

then taking it all out so suddenly,

leaving me in darkness, sorrow, and despair?

I've been faithful to you,
and you left me broken into pieces.

What did I do to you, to deserve this?

I don't know who to trust anymore.

Not even myself.
Now I won't listen to Feist's "Now At Last" as the same beautiful song anymore.