I was screaming all my anger out. I could feel the walls closing together around me. My breath erratic, breaking, and slowly driving me out of life. Tears pouring down my eyes like snow on winter nights.
I looked upon the sky, I see the stars shining brightly. I then walked down the streets with my head hung low. 'I could never feel right' I thought to myself.
Nothing has been right in my life, ever. It started to rain, I could feel the droplets on my hair, face and hands. I stopped walking to feel it.
It felt warm. Weird, rain is usually cold. Suddenly, I could feel myself quivering, maybe the rain is frigid. For some reasons, it settled my heart.
I gripped my coat, still indignant to what has happened. Tears start to come up my eyes once again. I can't stop it, it hurts. I try to endure it.
I started walking again. I want to go home, bury myself on my bed. Sleep all the pain away, even though I know it could never go away. I know that I could never take this weight off my chest.
After a few minutes of idly walking, I finally reach home. I walked up to the front door and reached for the door knob. I went straight for my bed never minding my wet clothes. I'll most likely have a cold tomorrow but the pain I'm feeling is much more worse.
