The Truth

The hurt rushes through my body like the blood in my veins.. The thought overtakes my movements as if I'm being controlled.. The chains that were once broken have formed back around the coldness of my heart.. Did the love die? Or just get lost? Sorrow in my heart says it's searching for that comfort and that place to be safe again. When I see your face I try to think positive instead of negative because your the only thing that helped me get through the day.. But it sickens me to think that you really loved me because the truth came out.. The person you really are... A murderer. Of my beauty.. Of my love.. Of my faith.. Of my peace.. Most of all.. Of my heart.. Murderer of my soul. My life.