Usually when I'm hurting to such towering heights I feel cheated and stabbed by the one who sent me to this place of bitteriness and loneliness, but as cracked, busted up, and shattered to pits I feel, I can't hold a firey torch towards him, someone who won't let me slip into pouring tears when the sensation becomes deeply engulfed around me, he sees when my sadness and depression because he knows he's the one who my lost love goes by. But he is someone who stands by me through everything and listens to my weeping heart, not shutting me completely out, doesn't like hurting me, and tears on my face, he stands up for me, and knows how to make me smile, and make me speak to him when I'm mad at him, likes me for me, and won't let me fall to pieces, sometimes he sees signs of sadness and depression as the darkness of those are which makes me wonder how much he knows when I stitch a mask to myself, how can I be mad at someone who saves my life everyday, even when now he has become the one I need cheering up about, just because I can't pour myself out to him this time, doesn't mean he is in the wrong!
