sometimes, the truth hurts

those words sting at its very essence, they rapture the truth that you were holding onto all this while. wait, clearly, that isn't the truth. it was a myth, a make-belief, a delusion. you were pining on it to breathe, you were actually breathless all these while. but now, you're drowned. you're fucking drowned

but then again, you need these bitter realities to move on