Right now trying not to cry is like standing in a rainstorm and begging not to get wet.
Pretending I'm okay is like playing in the mud and expecting not to get dirty.
Wanting someone to talk to like a child wants candy.
Crying myself to sleep like a baby without a passifier.
Trying to stay distracted like a child who doesn't like school.
Writing poetry the way we breath.
Drinking hot tea and reading like my brother used to smoke crack.
Drowning myself in music that describes my situation perfectly like my father used to do alcohol.
Praying that this emptiness in my heart will go away one day like Carrie underwood in 'Jesus Take the Wheel.'
And I'm not even religious.
Right now. Not Thinking of you is like standing in a rainstorm and begging not to get wet. And right now I'm getting struck by lightning
YOU ARE READING
I Love You.
RandomHey girl, Girl up at 3am crying because you can't breath. I love you. Hey boy, At 6am. Crying because you have to go back to hell. I love you. "They say that writers are born with sadness in their bones;but I think every one is born with misery in t...
