The man looks sympathetically in to my eyes I do not want this man to watch me cry He does not mean to be a bother Not many people know what to do with a girl without a father It's hard to care about his feelings when you can identify your own only by the black tears soaking your face the ragged sobs the only noise filling the air But I don't care because what much else is there to do when your father dies besides cry The man makes a noise a squeak of a thing I would think him weak but how am I in the place to say that. My gaze is probably less than comforting The sight of me is much more likely troubling. "Would you like," he says, "some company? A member of the family?" What family "A friend to talk to?" How does he expect me to talk when I can't breath? Gasping gasping gasping I can't read his expression through my tears I can only interpret through my ears Talking does not appeal to someone who's life is- who knows what it is. I part my lips fighting off fits of rage and tears ready to spear his feelings No I deserve to endeer this alone I don't need to burden others with my fears my tears my sorrow my guilt I built this whole life only for someone to
tear
it
down
Why drag someone else along with me? "I" choke "I want" choke