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A house full of memories and pain.

A house full of memories and pain.

  • April 16, 2020
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There are people who you know will be with you for life and know that they are family no matter what. But what happens when family becomes your number one enemy?

You build so many memories with them like how you build a house.

Their love was the foundation, their care was the walls and their constant presence was the roof. Now all you have left of the house is a house full of painful memories because you can never be loved by them or love them the way you have always known to.

That person who has always been your number one fan becomes your number one enemy.

The pain your feel is like a piercing knife that keeps piercing your heart every single time your mind drifts to the memory of them.

When the person who you have loved so much and so deep, now becomes a stranger, someone who you can no longer trust.


What is trust, trust to me in an emotion which has been built from many years of friendship and love. Many years can easily be stripped away by one tiny element. When you get to this cross road, all you have left is distrust, and in some cases, it could be hatred depending on the severity of the circumstance.


Is an emotion you feel when you lose something or someone so close to you. The emotion is so strong that sometimes you feel like tearing your heart out so you cant feel the pain no longer. 

This is what I feel when I look at that person who I thought would always be there to hold and protect me.

Instead he choses to be that stranger who I no longer know because his circumstances have made him a different character who I do not recognise any longer. It pains me to see that we are so close but yet so far away, all we have left of each other are those one-minute stares, no communication, no laughs, no hugs and no kisses. Just a house full of hatred, silence and rage.

This is what pain to me feels like.

What does pain mean to you?


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1 Comment

    Sabina Fayemiwo

    16th Jun 2020 - 7:44 pm

    I totally understand this feeling, so close yet so far. Sometimes I want to whip out an eraser for such memories.

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