3 days ago I cried for the first time in 5 months.
I felt a drop or two, as my body heaved in pain
and desperation.
I thought I forgot how to cry.
I thought that I had the ability to be stronger than that
Or that the veins that constricted
my deamons
Were indestructible.
I was wrong.
I can cry
And I can feel
But the feelings haven't changed from then
I feel weak.
I want my strength back
I don't want a constant tug at the back of my throat.
I broke.
I want to be fixed.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
3 days ago I cried for the first time in 5 months.
I felt a drop or two, as my body heaved in pain
and desperation.
I thought I forgot how to cry.
I thought that I had the ability to be stronger than that
Or that the veins that constricted
my deamons
Were indestructible.
I was wrong.
I can cry
And I can feel
But the feelings haven't changed from then
I feel weak.
I want my strength back
I don't want a constant tug at the back of my throat.
I broke.
I want to be fixed.
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