let it be.

there's a place you go in the darkest corner of your heart.  you sit there beating yourself up until all that is left is a raw, broken person, gasping for air.

you tell yourself it will all be okay somehow, but you've been telling that lie so long it just sounds like a broken record.  you start to think of running.  running until you forget.

you beg yourself to stop, your mind pleading with your heart, 'let it be', but the pain is too addicting.  you'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.