It hurts. It hurts so bad. It burns. It burns my heart.
It hurts to get out of bed in the morning. It hurts to get dressed. It hurts to walk down the stairs in the morning and smile.
It's sad. Its sad that I have to pretend. Pretend to be happy around the people I love and trust.
It's sad that I can't talk to anybody about it. Its sad that no matter how much I trust someone, fear of being judged and betrayed lurks in my mind.
It's sad that these feelings will never go away. It's sad that the burning and the hurting will be a lifetime struggle.
But the saddest part about this, is that you know exactly what I'm talking about.