That moment when you want to breakdown and just let it all out. But nothing comes. Not a tear not a whimper in the night. Not a crack in the voice in your head. Just silence. Just the longing stare at your ceiling while the darkness consumes your thoughts. The rest of the world is gone while you vacantly stare hoping for a tear, a crack or a whimper. But nothing just darkness.
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PoetryThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
