I know someone who cried so hard, she popped an artery in her cornea and literally shed blood from her eye. i can only wonder what kind of pain someone goes through to burst open a vein in her eye for crying so hard. I wish I could tell her that everything will turn out right, eventually. I wish I could, somehow take her mind off that tragedy. I wish I knew what to say and do to make her feel a bit less wounded. But I know that there’s nothing I can say or do to lessen her pain. In my heart, I know that even time can’t heal that kind of pain. It doesn’t hurt any less... you just get used to the pain. It doesn’t fade.
Because that pain, like love of the real kind, does not fade. It doesn’t end.
I just wish I could be there to hold her hand while she shed her tears of blood.
Because that pain, like love of the real kind, does not fade. It doesn’t end.
I just wish I could be there to hold her hand while she shed her tears of blood.
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