It's the kind of sadness that keeps you constantly watery-eyed
The kind of pain that you haven't felt in what seems like the longest time
And all the other times that you were hurt recently seem distant
Because the broken feeling you are enduring now overpowers every emotion that ever kept you alive.
This is the part I hate the most.
Discovering truths that were once carefully tinted
Unwilling acceptance of the unexpected bitter truth
The exhausting effort of living with what life has managed to engage me with yet again
And the easily said than done act of condoning and moving on.
