Eyes see, they window everyone's soul ; broken hearts, worn out lives, they clearly mirror our unspoken burdens within.
I fumble as I search for my red stinky handkerchief deep inside my pocket. I duck over and search for it under my queen-size bed, but not a trail of its' red glowing color can I see. It's raining again. Raining inside my room. These pair of eyes I own, they're shedding sadness again, in a form of a liquid orb they call tears.
It's been a while, and I hadn't located that douche handkerchief. It left me no choice but to grasp the handle of my worn-out cabinet and to get myself a new crying basin. I went back to bed as soon as I got what I wanted and continue the storm I had started.
" Get away from me. You're ruining my life."
Words I never ought to hear. He said it in front of me. I was a nuisance. A big ugly mess to his great golden life. I was ruining his life. Great. I helped him with everything, yet I ruined him? Great. Just Great my friend.
Tears keep flooding my eyes, and my pillows' a bit damp now for my hanky hadn't groped all my cries and it fell on my trusty old pillow.
" Gail, are those sobs I hear?" suddenly my mom's voice called from the outside of my room. No mom. I'm just crying myself to death.
" Uhh, no mom. Just having a cold that's all. " I calmly reply trying not let her notice my frail voice.
" Okay. Take that tab I have given earlier this morning, it can help."
she replies.
I didn't. I just lazily stand up, walk up to my door and shut it so my tangy mom can't investigate. And then I went back to bed and shut my eyes to sleep.
(1/17/15 10:00 pm)
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PoetryIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
