Patience KinGsley

All I can produce are tears; tears of anger, frustration, irritation or just sadness. I really can’t tell the difference. I can just feel the wetness run down my cheeks and the salty taste of my lips. My chest is caving in and a sharp pain in my stomach, as if someone piercing it with a knife. My head is spinning and I can’t seem to tie down on a single thought…I’m lost…and it feels like I’m in this dark corner…all alone…sadness… emptiness…consuming me.