Tuesday, 24 May 2016

the worst kind of pain,

...lies not within rage-induced blows to a concrete wall or deafening cries of sadness which echo off the ceiling.

it's the seed of blunt misery which lives and breathes heavily in your chest each day,
slowly weighing your spirits down until the burden is too much to bear.

what is pain when you scream and nothing comes out,
when tears have run dry and your sobs reduce to breathless chokes of defeat?

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