drabbles by me

sink hole

I looked to the ground, tears falling out of my eyes like a waterfall. Some of the warm salty liquid fell on my cheeks gliding down to my neck, and others fell onto the piece of paper in front of me. I wish the ground beneath me would create a sinkhole and swallow me up, so quickly I couldn't feel anything. I hated crying, I felt it made me weak, I couldn't cry, it would make me more embarrassed, yet I couldn't help myself. My classmates surrounded me, flooding me with questions about why I would dare to cry. After the first few questions, I had blocked everything out, pretending I wasn't here. I wanted to get up and leave, but my body wouldn't move. My classmate's stares felt like tiny needles pricking into my skin, leaving me bleeding out of every pour. I wish someone would come to take me away, take me away from all the people that surrounded me and tried to make me believe they cared. But I wasn't stupid, I know they didn't. Maybe they believed they cared about me, but we are animals at heart. Everything we do is for our own gain, some of us just don't know it yet. I felt like a deflated water balloon, being thrown to the ground, being pushed around until I couldn't hold it in anymore and deflated. I felt like there was nothing left in me, yet tears kept falling from my eyes. My eyes burned, like they were being set on fire from the inside, every time I closed them. My face was red, from the embarrassment of letting any emotions out in front of people, and from the fact that I was crying. Every breath I let out made a horrible pain in my skull, I couldn't describe the pain very well, but it was as if someone took a hammer and smashed it into my skull, right between my eyes. The thing inside me knew I was vulnerable, it knew I was suffering, that's what scared me most. My thoughts were muffled and inaudible, like they were written in a small black text all overlapping each other. My mouth began to taste salty, with my tears dragging down the corner of my mouth and into my lips. While my lips were wet with tears, they still chapped and they bleed, the salt water sliding into the cuts on my lips and making them burn further. I wouldn't say it was hurting me, but it was the most uncomfortable thing. I wish I could scream, but my throat felt cracked and dry, no matter how many breaths I pumped into my lungs, I just couldn't breathe. I feel weak, and I wanna go home. But maybe if I hoped hard enough, a giant would stomp through and step on my school. Maybe it would, but I have to wait for that, or for school to end. Whichever comes first.