He's too weak to cry, unable to try he found himself slowly becoming immune to his emotions. With his lungs incapable of letting the air out, and the pain buried within him unable to turn into tears, he bled in silence because he was too weak to cry. He wants to rip out his hair and scream the bottle of emotions filled to the brim... So much it pours like a stream. In those seizing moments his soul aches, his heart breaks raked with pain, despite writing poems of love, he became unable to feel. He looses the very emotions that made him who he was because he was too weak to feel.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC
He's too weak to cry, unable to try he found himself slowly becoming immune to his emotions. With his lungs incapable of letting the air out, and the pain buried within him unable to turn into tears, he bled in silence because he was too weak to cry. He wants to rip out his hair and scream the bottle of emotions filled to the brim... So much it pours like a stream. In those seizing moments his soul aches, his heart breaks raked with pain, despite writing poems of love, he became unable to feel. He looses the very emotions that made him who he was because he was too weak to feel.
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