When you can’t breathe. There are no sounds, Just the silent tears. You can actual feel the hurt, Feel each piece of your broken heart.
But its not just about you. You are like the cherry to my ice cream of my unfortunate life.
And when you feel like you can’t cry anymore, you turn to the other side and start all over again.
**sorry for being a Debbie downer. Blogging makes me feel better.
Goodnight all. Have a wonderful Thursday
