Finally...

Why dont I just rip my heart out and stomp on it for you?!The damage would be the same but the anger would be different.I stood there shaking with the phone in my hands. Trying to think of the nextthing to txt you. My Mind draws a blank. I am panting in dispair.Tears streaming down my cheeks. Smeared mascara. Smudged Lipstick.I throw my phone and start running. The sting of the rain splashing against my face as I run faster. My fear is quick at my feet. My hurt is near to my heel. My anger wraps around my ankles. I can feel the tension. Gasping for air I run harder. I am going to beat this. I will not lose anymore. My heart pounding in my chest. I can heart it in my ears.In a single release I trip and fall. I roll and skid against the concrete. Scraping my knees and hands. I lay there in complete pain. This is what it feels like to break free. Physical Pain and Physical Damage. All that is left are bruises and flesh wounds. My heart left intact and safe. No more will my heart withstand damage caused by others! I have WON!