Losing my brother is one of the hardest things I've endured. Lost him 2/26/15 12:30 am. That moment changed my life. I cry now as I right this. It's symbolizes how I'm keeping all this in and not releasing. I need to release more.
Now I don't like the look crying gives but I also gotta learn to care less. I cry cuz I hurt not cuz I'm soft.
A friend told me to journal ya feelings. It was a good idea. Wit that being said
I feel like I need the tears to run. I need to release this stress. I don't want it and I feel like its hindering me from the land of "better"
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