Broken
The Pain of Wiping Away Your Own Tears
Today I gave up. I gave in to myself and decided I didn't want to be strong any more. I stopped telling myself to be strong,
I stopped telling myself "no" when I wanted to cry.
I allowed myself to be weak,
I allowed myself to cry.
And in my weakness I found nothing.
I was alone. I was sad. I was broken and in my own arms I laid my head. I looked in the mirrior and accepted my blood shot eyes and runny nose.
I accepted the silence that surrounded my screams of sorrow and my deep inability to breathe.
So for those of you who wonder why I cannot look you in the eye; it is because I have looked myself in the eye too many times. My own reflection is burned into my pupil and if you see what I see, you may never look at me the same. You may never love me for who I am....
Broken.
About the Creator
Emmily Sorge
Aspiring journalist, short story writer, and poet.
All things life & love.
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