The feeling of hatred.
It's a sweaty palm and a slight tremble.
An unnerving feeling.
You want to eat your sorrows, but can't seem to find your appetite.
It's a combination of nausea and hurt.
A certain sadness.
Not a cry at a funeral sadness, but a why does this have control over me sadness.
It's not understanding, but knowing why.
It makes you want to scream and be quiet at the same time.
It's trying to say something, but knowing nothing will do justice to the way you feel.
It's a sudden silence, and all you can hear is your heart beating faster.
You'll second guess all that has happend.
You'll remember everything.
All the wrongs.
All the bads.
All the things you tried to forget.
Yet, it consumes you.
You can't bear to think of anything else.
So all you can do is pretend.
Because no one cares, just you.
An unnerving feeling.
You want to eat your sorrows, but can't seem to find your appetite.
It's a combination of nausea and hurt.
A certain sadness.
Not a cry at a funeral sadness, but a why does this have control over me sadness.
It's not understanding, but knowing why.
It makes you want to scream and be quiet at the same time.
It's trying to say something, but knowing nothing will do justice to the way you feel.
It's a sudden silence, and all you can hear is your heart beating faster.
You'll second guess all that has happend.
You'll remember everything.
All the wrongs.
All the bads.
All the things you tried to forget.
Yet, it consumes you.
You can't bear to think of anything else.
So all you can do is pretend.
Because no one cares, just you.