I wish I could cry quietly.
I wish I could cry in peace and no one would disturb me.
Instead I'm cursed by these gut-wrenching wheezes that leave me gasping for air.
I wish my cheeks didn't squeeze up when I cry.
I look like a clown, I feel like a fool.
I wish people would have the decency to leave me alone.
Instead I'm patted and pawed at like a family dog.
Poor thing. Is there anything I can do?
No. Get out.
No one knows how to cry quietly.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 11:43 AM UTC
I wish I could cry quietly.
I wish I could cry in peace and no one would disturb me.
Instead I'm cursed by these gut-wrenching wheezes that leave me gasping for air.
I wish my cheeks didn't squeeze up when I cry.
I look like a clown, I feel like a fool.
I wish people would have the decency to leave me alone.
Instead I'm patted and pawed at like a family dog.
Poor thing. Is there anything I can do?
No. Get out.
No one knows how to cry quietly.