If everything was good (3)

What you know is a drop, what you don't is an ocean, is how I'd define my pain to you.

It's as great as my love for you. And why not? All that love is where this pain has emanated from.

I wish I loved you a little less. Fell so hard in love then only to end up broken today.

I'm a balloon of pain, overfilled. Your press anywhere with your fingertip the pain rushes to the rest of me.

I've swallowed back more tears than I've dropped. Such has been my existence, of suffering. In fact, I'm swallowing back as I write this. Might as well drop a few till I finish.

This pain I didn't need. This hurt I couldn't imagine. This phase of life I can't get through. What do I do?

I don't know whether I'm living or surviving or merely existing. My soul is dead and it's neither at rest nor in peace.