MeraniiZaynOushima

Hearts can me mended, but it can also be broken. This is the nature of a heart. The mind is like a record machine, recording all the pain. But there is a mask. A mask i wear that hides all pain, all hurt an sorrows. It hides the emotion of a broken heart, but loves unconditionally. It is worn everyday, and taken off only when i'm alone. My true identity is hidden, my confidence broken, my spirit torn, and the place where my heart awe to be, empty. I am an empty shell. because of what you did to e, because of the things you said, because of the way you look at me. And now, I shall fade away, I will fade away into what i