The Silent Storm

Its difficult to write with no point to put across, when one wants to speak but there's nothing to say, they just know that the sun goes down at the end of the day, that feelings are stupid, bringing less pleasure more pain. Its really bad when you love someone so much that it goes in vain, and you're pushed to the side like good food on a middle school lunch tray. After a night full of back and forth, angry happy, bipolar bullshit, one would think it couldn't get worse, that maybe your emotions wouldn't be played, then you get a text "just move on" it would say. Suddenly one becomes the person they dreamt they would've became, now one proceeds with a look upon their face, drawing attention with the question are you okay? and the response: hell no do I look it? Wanna take a walk in my shoes and feel a heart that's crooked? bent out of shape from the pain one obtained. And now everything seems to fall apart, alone just as one was from the start, just because they were greeted by that damn fairy in pink with the harp, eat love alive coming across as an angry shark, anger comes in its quiet form, now one is blank, numb, dead. Here forth comes the silent storm...