It Hurts

by Amalia

It hurts to see the person you love happy, while the life she has been living in is full of lies.

It even hurts to see the person you love not knowing that her other half has been unfaithful to her.

It hurts even more to see the person you love and you’re not able to tell her that she has been so blind.

It hurts the most to see yourself watching the whole movie, sitting there unable to do anything.

It hurts to see yourself hurting slowly. Every time the heart bleeds, you stitch the wound. You don’t know how many more it can bear before it eventually breaks.

Then you ask a simple question, who are you protecting from? Him? Her? Or yourself?