People never understand the analogy about the ones who become bottles.
That collect thoughts and past memories and than one day
Simultaneously explode.
Until the day it happens to them.

Body shakes from anger.
Don't cry.
Rising.
Making its presents known.
Attacking your chest.
Don't cry.
Every muscle touched
Tences.
Head pounding from thoughts
of hopelessness.
Please, don't cry.
Pride refuses to show remorse.
Heart aches.
Don't...

Mind says "Its not your fault,
you didn't ask for this,
you can break down now."

Anger reaches your throat
Its almost over now.
Reason steps in,
just in time.
" Don't do anything stupid,
its not your time, let it out
you'll get better you always do"

Liquid sorrow reaches its mark
Spilling over like silent waterfalls,

like a bottle filled to the very tip
shaken, then released.
*Why...