i finally understand why you don't talk when you're emo.
you can't open your mouth; you've to swallow the tears.
i finally understand how tired it can be crying day and night.
it's like running a race; it requires energy and leaves you weak at the end.
it's just that this race never ends; it restarts itself again every now and then.
i finally understand too how physical pain never numbs emotional pain.
instead it's the physical pain that gets numbed.
and the bruises on my knuckles can never compare to those on my heart; never.

"what's worthy to cry over isn't worthy to cry over at all."

it's shaking from the pain that's in my head
i just wanna crawl into my bed
and throw away the life I led
but I won't let it die