I know I'm always in a rush to go and be gone away for a life time. It really hurts when I have to stop and even cherish the fights. I want you to know, I'm already missing the times I pretended to hear you say it's alright. Even when you were sick like tonight and you would tell me not to worry. It hurts to know you were just going along. It makes me wait, and take back a step, to hold it all in. Boxed and packed. I keep my emotions hidden and locked away in a secret place, behind closed doors so no one, not even you can find them. For so long you were my release, my only outlet to make it through the day. As time went on you became the one thing that could always make me cry. I moved on to other things to keep me sane, from hurting anyone or myself, to make sure I never broke out and made a scream or shout.
© K
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