I can't run away fast enough. The feeling always catches me.
I put on a show for others just so they can't see what is underneath.
I feel it in my chest; it hurts, it aches, it is constant.
I feel like crying all. The. Time. If only to feel that release. But does it ever happen? No, not really.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
I can't run away fast enough. The feeling always catches me.
I put on a show for others just so they can't see what is underneath.
I feel it in my chest; it hurts, it aches, it is constant.
I feel like crying all. The. Time. If only to feel that release. But does it ever happen? No, not really.
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