broken

Surprising how the truth could just hurt... really really hurt. Got me big this time, off-guard and weakened. Sweet as sin, painfull as hell. As if I got hit by a ten-wheeler cargo truck, straight to the chest, with little pieces of me drenched in blood all over the frying pavement, left for the crows to pick.

Sometimes, maybe, your better of left in the dark. Not knowing. Wearing a stupid smile on your face. Believing. But occasionally, there's this irritating nagging voice way back in your head that fuels your imagination and curiousity. Why? Who? When? Doesn't matter. Coz, when the time comes that you found out about it by yourself and it was there all this time just under your nose, you'll probably think it was a good thing, but it'll never be as bad as you'd feel after... You'd wish you never knew...