My heart ached in my chest.
It was swelling up, finally getting ready to shatter into millions of pieces.
Tears wanted to drip out of my eyes.
My breathing sped, as I tried to control my breathing.
inhale exhale inhale exhale
What if I stopped?
What if I stopped thinking about breathing?
Would I stop breathing?
A wise man once said "crying doesn't help a problem "
So I held my tears, until I absolutely needed them.
Until my pain was 10 on a scale of 1 to 10.
Until my pain was Unbearable.