Whistles and Paper Airplanes Might Just be a Myth

by Kendall   Apr 21, 2007


I rock back and forth as the hole
in my chest starts to ache again
I curl up and wrap my arms around;
trying to hold myself together
but I just can't do it anymore.

The tears start slowly and quietly
self-consciously inching down my face
gradually building into sobs
ruthlessly wracking my body
letting the world know their agony
the pain in my chest feels even more unbearable
Then comes the screams
ripping harshly through my throat
muffled pain, pure by a rag
until I'm choking not to continue
then all i can do is cry

This is when I'm left alone
this is why I need you
Why I can't save you and let you go
I'm selfish.
And break down easily on my own.

The door opens and it can only be...
I try to dry the tears and quiet myself
but fail miserably.
i pull my knees closer to my chest to hide

You sound scared and I'm sorry
you're rubbing circles in my back
and i only cry harder,
pain tearing through my chest
only accompanied by guilt

I try speaking
saying anything
but my words choke and i cry harder

Eventually the visible tears stop
but the pain doesn't cease
i put my head down
long enough to turn emotion to nothing
and I'M FINE. i lie
and you're scared
I'm so sorry.

[not exactly dark but w.e]

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