Sometimes people forget to cry.
Those ups and downs of life like bumps soon become hills that become mountains. Panicking, those people lock up those feelings in a dark cellar of doubt fear and pity. So there all set right? That saves a lot of time and energy right? But the catch is that they soon get ****** into that universe of bottled mountains it becomes like an addiction. With no way out. You know how lava drips out of volcanos super fresh and pure like tears and then it’s impossible to relive those emotions as clearly as you lived them before? So then after a while that lava gets old and hardens to rock, same as a heart that never cries. So it’s harder and harder to break that. It’s like finding yourself stuck in a room that’s getting smaller and smaller with its walls caving in. Smaller and smaller until. Pop!
Some people forget to cry...