Cry from the heart!
Worst of all, when I want to scream, shout, so that was heard and heeded, but you can not. You can not shout, talk, show their feelings, hiding them, hiding even from himself, and cry tears and breaks out, and produced only silence, painful silence, silent face in the wind, prepyaschem hair, gushes in her eyes.Yelling, screaming with his eyes closed, moaning, squeezing his fists whiskey curled into a ball, killing himself with pain, but you can not, must endure and seem to appear and be quiet, smooth, relaxed and satisfied. Can not be, and already I can not seem more ... I can not sleep, the downtrodden, a muffled cry makes me sleep, breathe the darkness of the night, while sleeping by force does not soothe my anguish. I want to choke this darkness away, dissolve it with relief ... break the thread of reality, even better vacuum than the pain ... so strong, so ruthless weakness ... mist envelops the untimely doubt, uncertainty, baseless ... fragility ... difficulty breathing unknown, raw memories of grief ... irreversible sticking words of indifference, irrelevance ...
Rave, beats, flutters, breaks the string, piercing ... Observing the Code, all knowing, not retreating, hoping no faith in her most ... in the light ... Terry in the clouds above the mountain tops ... in the sunset of refraction ... in Golden Valley ...
Tired of not forgiving, I'm tired to punish, tolerate tired, tired of being angry, tired of losing power, tired tired ... tired of hope ...
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