My chest was aching, my hands were shaking.
I could feel the very core of my soul trembling in the pit of my stomach.
I didn't know whether to run,
or to fall apart.
I chose both.
My feet carried me out into the midnight moon,
through the thorns of roses that felt like how you kissed me.
I heard screaming in the dark parts between the starts that seemed to echo the torment in my heart.
Self-sabotaging in the way it craved the very thing tearing it apart.
You gave me nothing, yet I felt everything.
-excerpt from a book I'm trying to write.