I’m walking around like a haemophiliac in a knife shop. One slip and it could end badly, the tears will never stop. I can’t clot my emotions and let them dry up and fall away. They stay with me, seeping deeper until they poison my bloodstream. And I wish I could scream, convert the pain into sound instead of drowning in the sorrow. I’ll be fine by tomorrow, I know, but right now I’m bleeding. Reeling on an ocean of emotion and the storm isn’t slowing.
You know me too well. you break these daily boundaries these walls i tried not to build you pave the way for happiness in other conciousnesess. I had a dream last night. It was beautiful. And all because of you
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To put them into words is very difficult. And you communicated it very well.
But yes. Unfortunately, yes. I understand.
It takes guts to survive. You will survive.
Thank you for sharing a "bad" day. It puts into perspective what I -- and I'm sure, many others -- are/have gone through.
We know we are not alone in our pain. But we are, I'm sorry to say, alone in our private hell....