My heart pumps blood til it dies.
I feel breathless when I'm hurt.
When I'm hurt.
Emotionally.
I cry to sleep.
I cry to feel better.
I cry to let them know.
I cry it all out.
But my memories stays.
The voices.
The words.
The names.
The sentences.
The pain.
The pain will go.
When i fake smile.
Or it goes by me pushing my feelings and emotions away.
Only until night.
Lying in bed, tears come as that time is the worst.
I think about everything at night.
The quiet night.
Just like me.
Quiet as a tear falling down my face.
On to my pillow.
