"Are you Okay?"

What do you want me to say? What can I possibly say? Do you want me to break down? Do you want me to tell you the pathetic little event in my pathetic little life that got my pathetic little heart down? No, you don’t.

“I’m alright,” an obvious lie. Walk on. Don’t look back or turn around to look at their pitied faces with your swollen, red eyes. Walk on to my desk.

Sit down. “Are you crying?” a voice from beside me. Ignore their loose grasp on the obvious. That’s best for everyone. I’m a ticking time bomb, and perhaps that’s why people avoid crying people. Emotions are boiling, exploding, spilling over the sides. All those things everyone tries their best to stay contained, spills. All over the place. I mean, everywhere.

Even your closest friends will back up when the mess threatens to get on their shoes.
iwastedmyyouth iwastedmyyouth
22-25, F
Jul 26, 2010