Heartache - WOOO is a MF, to all you cheat a__ MF's you can kiss my you know what! The pain you feel is indescribably hurtful, when you really care and have feeling for that special someone who you may have thought and believed you would spend the rest of your life with until your last dying breath. What do you do when that person tells you they don't want you anymore, that they are not with you anymore. You confront your sick mother and that's not enough, you just don't know what to do, what to think, how to feel about the situation, then you begin to fight. You begin to look at all the faults you overlooked in the past now they suddenly become amplified and you don't know what to do. You don't know right from wrong, up or down, your emotions are out of whack, you suddenly become bipolar and you just can't see the forest for the trees. The person you believed in says one thing and does another, you slowly die just a little bit each time you see them and can't wrap your arms around them. You think tell her you love her, that all will be alright. You try to move day after day, though the hurt lessons it’s still there, it hurts, the pain will not subside. You try to do all the right things and later find that all that you have done is wrong, the whole gets deeper you see no way out, the quicksand is up to your neck. You reach out for help and the best you can get is a, "I'll try”. Then deceiver starts to work putting people in your path to distract you, to help the process along the way. Rage unfulfilled to the one who gets in the path trying to pull the glue that hold it all together, trying to pull it apart. She's not a paycheck or provider, she doesn't realize you feel her pain, she is a part of you the best part of you, and she is you. To be talked about and ridiculed, to be looked upon as a monster that would tear down and hurt what is truly everything you hope to be, hurts because everything you want to be is for her. Your child says to you “don't worry about her” and your ripped apart and your child doesn't even know what she's doing with mere words, the strength and power of those words. She said, "You know I'm your ride or die chick", you believe it because the ride has been so long. Do you wade into the pieces of your broken heart or do you fight to the end and do what you can to hurt and destroy what you claim to love and have loved for so long. Do you try to keep the things you've had bottled up inside who know, woo. I don't know, let me know...