and when it happens,
you sink.
a little more each time.
and it never ends.
it leaves lesions in your heart and in your brain, which fill with the anxiety ridden feeling that is in the pit of your stomach.
and you start to lose yourself,
and you lose hope.
you hide yourself in the corners of your pain and grief as long as you can, until your soul stretches and tears and leaves you with nothing.
how long will it go on?
the suffering?
the way in which you fold your hands in contemplation
as you stare at the blank wall ahead of you,
and hold your pain inside of them,
as you pray to God it will cease.
i feel the weight through the toughness of your knuckles as i lay my hand on yours.
