Feeling so empty inside, nothing to do but cry.
But how can I cry when I'm never alone ? I can't I just sit there emotionless, and I can't move only breathing shallow gasps of airless air.
I want to , need to tell someone. But when I need it the most I have no one... so I keep it to myself, if people ask I lie .
When my eyes are dry I feel nothing, when my eyes are wet with tears I feel everything at once, feeling my broken pieces fall.
No one will ever know my story... not in full .. some may get close . If they're lucky. I'm vague, stubborn and impossible to understand, and that makes me the bad one ? Were where they ? No were to be found when I got lost ? Always and forever more my pieces remain broken
