Why is it that every time something bad happens, but I refuse to let myself cry, people see me as heartless?
They don’t know my past
No one understands what crying had done to me at a young age
I doubt that many people realize how my past truly affected me, or how it still affects me
I don’t cry very often anymore because I felt weak every time a tear slid down my cheek
So no, I am not heartless
You wanna know how I know, besides the fact that I can drag myself out of bed every morning to go gulp down a handful of pills? My heart is merely broken, and I can FEEL that... every second of every day
But even though I know it’s on the brink of shattering... I still have my heart
It’s not as if it’s already gone
Though.. if I can’t find a way to heal... it might be soon