Over The Smallest Thing At First...

I was just so frustrated and tired, all the pent up emotions just came out in tears. I'm not one for crying, I taught myself not to cry as a child due to bullying. But, everything that's happened over the past few years just built up, and I couldn't stop crying for hours. The sobs only ended when I had cried myself to sleep.
maladicta maladicta
18-21, F
1 Response Jul 30, 2010

Deep down inside I know that I'm not the only one who cries alone in the dark. <br />
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It's tough enough to find someone to even LISTEN, much less care (especially at 3am) about somebody else's troubles. <br />
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Supposedly "that's what friends are for" (HA!), but I find that esteemed title is bandied about far too loosely, and that belief is sadly confirmed as I lay alone in bed, moistening my pillow with a seemingly endless flow of salty tears for reasons that most often remain undefined and certainly unspoken. <br />
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Does ANYBODY care about anyone but themselves (and/or people just like them) in today's Amerika (sic) anymore? <br />
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Or is one supposed to simply find solace wherever one can these days, which seems to be here on EP for a lot of folks. <br />
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Sigh...