Loud Thoughts Of Quiet Little Me.

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     Sometimes, when you're sad and your friends try to cheer you up, you just wanna punch them in the face. For me that's my jealousy, my wanting to be as brave as I see them. For putting up with me is a battle all its own. Between my angry outburst and the days where I am only the Epitome of all that is Sadness. Of all that is dark and unable to find a light.

     Poetic words bleed from my fingertips, the words that I am merely too weak to speak on my own. It's Hard telling people what you have bottled up. And when you release that pressured bottle cap, it triggers a raging flood of emotion. A flood that wipes what people thought about you away completely.   

     They go from thinking you are strong and capable to shielding you behind them. For the reason you cannot break any further. Especially The ones you care about. Every Sly insult thrown to me that you think I will not catch. Every one of them is a scar carved into my wrist as a reminder of how little you think of me. Every insult you Give me in just another crack in my slow beating heart. I am so unsure of how many more cracks it will take until I am completely shattered.