Even tho it happens along time ago I still feel the
memories sticking in my brain like a tape that won't unstick from your hand.
try g to shake it off but it's only getting sticking to the other parts of your hand. I picture it like a black tar slithering in my brain yanking at my tear ducts.
I DONT WANT TO CRY, I DONT WANT TO SHED ANY MORE TEARS.!
the tears still make there way out. sliding down my face, Dripping down into a puddle on my pillow.
I have everything I want I made it this far so why can't I stop these tears.
why can't I make this toxicity that sticks to my brain unstuck?
Haven't I won this battle in life, why must it keep attacking me in every weakness I come across.
Searching for common answers but everything I experienced is not common.
I kept quiet, I kept everything in, I bit my tongue till it blisters I held my breath till under my eyes turn blue.
I screamed in silence I cried in private than expected to be heard and to be seen.
It took me a while to realize nothing can be noticed if it was never mentioned.
YOU ARE READING
My untold Story
Short StoryMost of the time tragedy brings greatness . Most of the sadness brings happiness. The key to reaching the greatness and happiness is patience and self love . Remaining to believe in yourself at the ugliest of times will equal into total beauty .
