I don't know what to do.
I still have to be the strong one.
The lump in my throat will have to be put on hold yet again.
I'm fighting back tears and screams.
Swallowing pain.
Sad eyes glazed over with comforting and soft smiles.
When did I learn to put my feelings on hold for another?

My life is made up of so many yesterdays, but what happened to (the promise of) all the tomorrows?

...and so I cry in the shower. Surrounded by the warmth I let my guard down. Increasing the heat little by little. Watching my pale skin turn a blistering red. The sting of the hot water freeing memories that lie beneath it.

"Dear GOD, hear the prayers of this lost child. Make right all she has done wrong. Take her pain away. Grant her peace, though she does not deserve it. Wash her tears away."

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