i hate the feeling when you know you’re going to cry. your lips quiver, your heart pounds, your eyes sting. your face clenches up, and then the tears start to fall.
you can’t stop them, no matter how hard you try. and it’s not little tears that slide down your cheeks, it’s big tears that make your eyes red and puffy, your face tear-stained and your body heave.
you can’t stop the tears, and as you lie on your bed alone, you think of what could you have possibly done to stop the pain. stop the suffering.
stop this, stop what you’re going through.
but there’s nothing you can do, nothing anyone can say. it’s the kind of tears and pain that need to be cried out, not talked out. and you know that you’re hurting people you love, but you can’t help it. and sometimes you just don’t care.
i know how you feel.
believe me.
