I think I'm supposed to hurt

It is a beautiful diamond in the light of the candle standing on the table, as if it was ment to be born, shine for one moment, and then fall to dust. I brush it from my cheek and stare at the stars blinking heavily and trying to keep my eyes dry but it seems not to matter; in this silence of the night I make no sounds as I sit there and wait for my heart to start pounding again, trying to find back the peace in my mind that just got shattered to pieces.

Maybe I shouldn't ever have told you about my weaknesses.
Maybe then you'd stop using them to make my head explode.

To my left is a sudden sound as my cat decides to come home and it scares me for a moment. The black ghost jumps on my lap and pushes his head in my neck, trying to get cuddles and to my idea, trying to comfort me. But I can't say a word, because when I speak the world will explode once more. The person sitting in the living is a complete stranger to me now.


Somehow, I think I'm supposed to hurt... But there's nothing there.

Just a diamond in the reflection of the candle on the table.



And I brush it away.