She yelled wiping away her tears. All i could do is stand there and think of him. Of how we dont have the chance to cry together, to scream at eachother. True love. Im filled with emotion to a point where i cant keep it in anymore, but i am caught. Im caught in the middle of a feud, so I run away, run upstairs, close the door. In the darkness sitting at the edge of my bed, I collapse. My cheeks are wet with tears, I love him so. If she could only understand the depth of my emotions, the shadows behind my life. They will never know why I left. Why I leave all the time.
Is it him? Or is it the idea of "him" that i weap for. That I long for. I feel trapped in this emotion in this state of mind, where nothing is attainable. Does that make sense? Do I make sense? Why does crying feel so bad?
I need to step outside.
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