The Overdose of Love

Sadness will hurt

Hands are clenched. A million emotions begin to linger in the heart. It feels like hitting people, but who wants a free hit.

Prang ... preng .. prang, all the stuff in the room I threw away all.

"Is this what you want, Karin? Are you satisfied to hurt me? What my flaws are, that you're so willing to let go, huh!" ask yourself when you look in the mirror.

"Are you very happy over my suffering. Where is your love you have given me, where ... where, huh!" my era is full of soul emotions.

All the stuff I've thrown in no direction. Some were floating in the corner of the room and some landed on the bed. All just thrown.

Brak ... brak .. brak .. klonteng.

"Aah .. akhhhgk," My anger grabbed my hair.

I punched my hands repeatedly, so that the glass shards were now scattered on the floor.

Tok .. tok, room has been tapped.

"Chris .. chris, open .. open, son. What's wrong with you!" call Mama worried.

Tok .. brok .. brok, the door was kicked Mama trying to get in.

I didn't care about his call, because the most important thing was to think about the hurt feelings.

Slowly the hands drained fresh blood. Again do not care for the pain in the hand, because the pain in the heart is more important.

Due not strong to support my own body, I also sat on the floor with chaotic conditions. The gaze began to empty, with the melts of tears just continuing to flow.

"Why are you bad for me, Karin? Am I giving less love to you?" ask in the heart.

The silent me did not rampage anymore, making Mama silent nor did she knock on the door again.

Love never hurts this much

Love is never like this.

All I ask is your heart

Not to cheat me.

The taste that is in the heart

It's been crushed to nothing left.

The pain is so deep

Keep crying when I'm alone

Stories of the past with you

You have chosen me

You are the one who hurt me now.

Maybe everyone will know

When this heart is hurt by you.

You go, happy with the new story

And I keep everything in sincerity.

Decisions that made me even worse. From the beginning wanted to defend, but in reality only in vain.

This is what is said to be a foolish man who wishes too much on love, so that I myself am burned by the fire of love itself.

The calm sea is now a shadow. I stood in the middle of it. Want to pass through will be afraid of drowning, if not through a lifetime will be stuck living alone in the middle of the sea. That's how my heart wants to get out of love but I'm hurt, but if I don't get out of love it will continue to be tormented by that pain.

*****

The morning air had been empty coming, but I was still reluctant to get up, from the bed rolled in ceramic tiles. The blood in my hands began to dry up. It felt like not wanting to re-open your eyes, so that all could be forgotten those bitter memories.

"It turns out I'm alive. But I didn't want it, when those memories came back. Why .... Why do I have to get up again? Everything has been destroyed, why am I alive again" a heart-pourishing murmur.

Klek ... klek, heard the door of the room has been opened with a key.

"Astagfirullah, Chris. What's wrong with you?Surprised Mama saw my situation.

The room was like a broken ship. All the stuff was scattered everywhere. Pieces of glass did not escape the mess, to participate in making the room dirty. Maybe Mama opened the door, had used the spare key.

"Wake up .. wake up, son. What the hell happened to you? Come awake!" pinta Mama who has stroked softly cheeks.

The touch of his hand was so comfortable, that without feeling I had let out tears. The shame was gone when as a man I cried. Most importantly the wounded heart can plong, when last night held it.

"Don't do this, Chris. Mama will be sad if you cry. Tell me, who made this beloved child of Mama cry. Let's get up ... get up, kid!" pinta he who is now following her cries as well.

"Sorry .. Sorry, Ma. If it makes Mama worried. Chris can't seem to get up anymore, just staring at this world. Why is the heart so hurt. How can I treat it?" tanyaku's been sniffling.

"All problems have a way out. Come on now get up first. Tell Mama so that everything can be resolved" he persuaded.

"Look, your hand is hurt. His blood has dried up. You are very careless, are not afraid if later will be infected. For a moment, Mama will get medicine," he added, while gently rubbing dewdrops from the cheeks.

Mom ran out of the room. I was the one who fell, trying to get up. Look still empty, digesting all the events that have happened.