Valley of Heartbreak

A short piece about ending a relationship and then regretting it later.

I walked through the Valley of Heartbreak with my head held high, my pride resting on the edge of my upturned nose. “Nothing can hold me down”, I thought to myself. I was alone and strong, alone and happy. I didn’t need anyone. I walked through the Valley of Heartbreak clothed in 90% denial and 10% unbearable pain; washed only on the heavy loads. Used as my armor, grown in natural ingredients of memories and flooding tears through out my life. Two weeks down the paths of my new found journey and I began to stumble. Stumble, trip, collapse into realization; realization that has ended my world.

 

            I am now naked, defenseless and thrown out into the streets. Blood crusted around my thighs from my own fingernails dug deep into my flesh. The life that pumps through me is only running on bought time. I count down the minutes as it withers down between my fingers. I’m alone, forced to fend for myself.

 

I used to be so strong before I lost you.

Author's Note

This was just an impulse write, not one of my greatest pieces. But I figured I might as well put it on here, give it a chance. Thanks for reviewing.

Chao!
-CC

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May i ask where you got the inspiration for this? this is a great piece