It was that sinking feeling. The one where your heart drops through your chest to the floor, where the entire world slows down and everything goes quiet. Where all you can hear is the thudding of your broken heart, which sounds more and more like their name with each dying beat. The one that let's you know that it's all over.
For a moment you're frozen, for a moment you're numb. And you can hear the words, but they don't mean anything. You can see the hurt, but you can't feel it. You can't feel any of it. But then it all speeds up again. And suddenly everything's moving too fast, and you can't keep up, and you're being left behind. And the saddest part of all is, you don't really care.
Because it's so much easier to stay behind, and just let yourself collapse again, rather than paste on that big fake happy smile like you have every other day and play pretend that everything is fine. So you let the mask slip, and watch it break. And all you can do is stare, as the pieces fall and shatter, floating down with the saline tears to rest with your bleeding heart. And then everything goes dark, and you feel your bones knock together as you fold in on yourself, and finally just give in, as everything tumbles down around you.
a.n. interpret it as you will.