Scar

I wish my heart can listen to me.
I keep telling myself, you're just someone in the past,someone I need to let go.
I keep telling myself, I don't love you actually.No I don't love you at all.
I keep telling myself to forget about you,everything we had.
It's killing me, day by day, I want to move on, I really do.
It's been hard,and it's still do.
Part of me that used to love you,trust you,long for you,I had to force it to die. Buried along with our memories.
I feel hollow. A big and deep hole in my heart.