Most intense cry of my life.
This evening I cannot describe the pain I felt in my chest and heart. A cry to the point of laying in bed, curled up, knees up to my chest and cuddling a teddy bear, because I have nobody. It was horrible. I’m sure I’ll cry again soon. (I am safe and haven’t or won’t harm myself)
The pain of my life has made me softer, quieter, gentler, kinder, more understanding and patient... yet weak, sad and desolate. My unheld hands as cold as the recent snow, yet soft like clouds. With each step I am reminded of my failures, forever moving forward but never actually moving. Each crunch of snow that I walked in, i hear a similar sound to that of how my heart feels and sounds. My heart still beats, but just like my voice it's not loud, A gentle whisper of warmth surrounding the cold depression that fills my lungs. May someone find beauty in my weak softness.