I hate when I cry so much that
I feel my lips start to numb
and the back of my throat gets sore.
When my cheeks are sticky
from all my abandoned tears,
no one to wipe them away.
My eyes scream for me to stop
and just give it a rest,
just breathe.
But when I try I feel like I'm choking myself.
Everything comes back inside
in a big rush
and I struggle to breathe,
instead I'm gasping for air.
Until I collapse in a heap on the floor,
alone, in my room, at 2am.
That's the painful reality of being sad.
//p.s.
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Wandering & Wondering
PoesíaRead it and relate or read it and understand better. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Some poems may cause emotional instability. I DO NOT promote any kind of disorder or abuse.
