It always happens the same way without fail. It goes sort of like this. I'm walking along, daydreaming in my own little world. Then, from out of the blue, all the air I have began to trust and rely on to breathe disappears. I find myself in a daze. My thoughts become fogged and I stop thinking. I run on instinct alone.
Each time it happens I feel my heart break a little bit more. It actually hurts. Then I feel the scar begin to form on top of all the others. My heart becomes weaker each time and I have to add armor to try and protect it.
How can I be so foolish again? Why did I have to give my heart away like this, again? I told myself a long time ago not to. It worked for so long, and dummy me had to try it one more time.
Will it heal this time? Did the break go to deep? How long until the pain stops?
(this is a story that was shared with me by another)