Hurt-my story-

Sitting here he cries because he knows what is to come
A crushing pain that will slam the heart
But… this haunting presence, that infamous emotion
Tried to tell himself what it was
He told himself that it was love, that unknown feeling
The one he made her feel, made her know what was on his mind
How she was on it
All moments of the day and yet he could not explain why
Some would say it was love
Some would say it was lust and obsession
Either way this hurts to say more than you know
When he said” I love you,” that was true
Yet not the love that she wanted
This love he had he shared
Gave it to the ones he called friends
No feelings inside him will ever be made for such things
No emotions will make him feel more than he did
Cared for her and wanted her to be happy
Yet here he is now about to break her heart
Tearing it out and handing it to her
“Do you think of me?”
“Do you see me when we are not talking?”
“Can you feel what I feel?”
He knew if her answer is what he thought then it would hurt her more than what he thought
He may have thought of  her
She may have been on his mind
“If you feel what I feel than you should feel this pain I carry” he said
Knowing that she cannot have what she wanted from him
He was worried about how she would worry about him
How she thought something went wrong when they did not talk
He never seen her in his mind when he was gone
He did not feel her
Tried he did…. But failure is what came
Long has he been thinking how to say it
How to tell her what he felt, the pain that he had foreseen
The silence took over his mouth
The thoughts he tried to ignore
A habit he took in to try and feel this feeling
To try and be like those that he’d seen so… happy
So… at peace
Love is not meant for him, He saw that when he was younger
When things happened and he could not feel
He thought he was born without this
Or it was taken from him when he was taken from his family
The constant tear that happened every time after that
The gashes that never fully healed
Crusted over so nothing could get in
Though now he is in pain because he knows how she will feel
Because he has bored deep into her heart and planted his roots
But the roots he planted were not the ones that were suppose to be
The grew like an infection
Took her over and made her see a false face
In caring for her purity he became devoured in what was not to be
The human emotion
To have what she couldn’t
Take a bite of that succulent fruit
Lusting for what they could not have
He had not dreamed for so long
Maybe when that emotion left it took away his lovely thoughts
The beautiful movies that played within his skull
Now when his eyes close they never see a glimpse of light
Once one does enter it turns to one of horror
The constant torture that he lived through
Agonizing pain from the hooks torn into him
Chains that come from the dark
Attached to each and every hook that pierces through his body
Longing for it to end he prayed for them to just pull
Kill him fast so he would not suffer no more
Though it never happens because she hold him here
Sitting within his pain
The thoughts as they surge through his mind
Knowing what pieces he did mend would soon fall for the bomb he placed inside would reach its end
He watches the blood splatter on his face
He do not flinch
Not one bit
As her body slowly falls to the ground
He stands there looking at himself as he died
Disgraced with what he saw he tried to hide
Go to the darkest of places and yet he finds himself
The new form that took his body
Killing her was its job to be
He locked him in his cell
Only to await his death that will never come
To cry a thousand tears and a thousand more
Know her light would be gone
He suffers in his mind