Mascara-Stained Face.

"Some days, my heart just hurts."

-L

It's such a simple statement, but it is so true. The dull throbbing ache in your rib cage, barely perceptible but always present, grows and grows until it is no longer just a mere ache but a crippling kind of churning. You ask yourself, "Is this my heart giving up?"

Taking a next breath becomes an obstacle in itself. 

Some days, I am even convinced that I will go to bed one night, and just never wake up.