Being forgotten

It’s like my soul’s being torn apart by a figment of my imagination. Although I feel it so deep within my head, it’s like a bruised bone. No one sees it or understands the pain it’s causing me. Sometimes I don’t even understand why it’s hurting me because I can’t comprehend the fact why I hold on for so long and torture myself in such a way that I give them trust when I know it will be broken. Love when I know it will be misunderstood and taken for granted. Still, knowing this I want you to hold me in your arms and with the anguish I feel let the love burn so hot in my chest you’ll feel just how weak and forsaken you make me feel.