untitled pain

When the pain is uncontrollable the feelings are automatically poured out on the paper. A divergence of any kind is impossible. When heart aches... it is not ready to listen anything except the sounds of silence, grief. One feels happiness is not made for you. Joy is far off, Love is a word unknown…One begins to accuse oneself for endless reasons. The torture is so much that even if u wish, desperately to get out of it, you cannot. The irony of the whole situation is that it is all past. Which has no connection with the present and still the bitter feelings hurt... separate... I cry from within…