Frail Emotions

I can express the unbearable awful sentiment as a “teardrop of a broken heart”. It’s enormously heartbreaking knowing that you are giving in everything but still you end up being the second choice. To a great extent, you tirelessly hide away the soreness and discomfort though it won’t help you out in mending yourself. It’s like slaying you gently. You’re progressively battered by your frail emotions. You’re left desperate to hunt for what you aspire even though it’s ineffective. The feeling makes you realize that sacrificing is a waste of time. It allows you to sense that there is something more with the false adoration and company. In one way or another, you are absurdly used for the process of letting go. Disappointingly, you just can feel your worth when you’re considered necessary but came out to be again an alternative.