I want to cry. I want to cry my damn eyes out. But all I can get is a simple tear. Why can't I get water fountains of sorrow draining from my eyes. Why do I only get a measly drizzle instead of the release of the brewing hurricane. I'm tired. I can't even tell people that I'm like this. Can't even admit what the problem is to not just anyone, but to myself. I can't face it. I can't and won't. Maybe that's why I won't cry. Maybe all my tears were left to dry. Maybe I don't have any left. Who knows. I don't. All I know is that this, this hell is just a conjuring cyclone that is ready to break and unleash upon my weary soul, but instead it just dwells and swells rather than releasing his hell.
I can't tell if it's me personally or my brain. I can't tell anymore. I'm lost. Completely and utterly lost. Whether in myself or who I should be.
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suicidal but a meme idol
Randomjust short stories and random shit to express what i want so i don't feel like crap
