lost and found.
once you hit the bottom, you can't go any lower. you linger for a while there. you wallow in the hurt. you pity yourself cause no one else is. nobody sees the hurt that you really feel cause you keep it so deep inside. what if you let it out? then they'll know.. . hold it tight, as close as possible. whatever you do, don't share it. cause you need it. you need that place to go... that place full of anger. resentment. pain. bitterness. you know that place though! it's safe. it's where you always go. they know you there, you're not alone there. but really, you are. and you know it. it is cold. it is black. it is deep. it is heavy and solid. like a whole you've fallen in and you don't even dare attempt to escape. you just fall in and sit there. comfortable. alone. quiet. only it's not really quiet... cause all the voices are screaming at you. they're hurting your ears. your body. your muscles. ye
