Stuck

This is how a heart works, I missed the old you and I wrote those lines in my brain, my heart, my diary, my phone, my wall, my tweeter, and now I am stuck in my word.

I will never be able to bring you back, people change and it’s painful, you change and I feel hurting stab on my heart. I don’t even know how to put my heart now, I am sick and almost die now.

I am good when I am empty, until finally you come to me and say those words. And again, I got stuck in this pain. Why is it so painful? Why is it so torturing?, I cannot escape and my heart feel so narrow, but I dont know what to do when things are obsecure.