please. let me cry. and. I can't cry. too many eyes. too many mouthes. too willing to soothe. too willing to console. and i want for none of it. i want for the space. the time. to wallow and cry. to sob and moan. to drown in my sorrows. because i won't drown my sorrows. for it will do me no good. they'll be here when i recover from the spell of intoxication. please. let me cry. let me begin my healing process. please. let me cry. be a friend. hug me. hold me to your chest. please. let me cry. don't tell me that it'll be alright. don't tell me not to. please. let me cry. this ocassion calls for tears. i'm being repressed and i need to let go. can i please let these dams break? can i pour my emotions through my eyes. down my face. onto the floor and let go? please. let me cry. 3.10.09 |
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