Tears
Are a natural thing and are suppose to be shed. But too often they're held in and on the
inside you begin to flood with emotions. You feel like a balloon walking around sharp
knives, so easy, you can be poked and burst. But me being who i am, even if i was poked, i
would grab a bandage and keep going. As i speak my heart is under water and in pain. I
want to pull out the drain stopper and let any and everything out. But i don't want to cry
in a pillow, i need a shoulder, of someone that knows me the best and can understand why
I'm breaking down. Will i ever get to release my tears?
Copyright © Sabrina Huggins | Year Posted 2009
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