🪻Agott🪻

You know, its weird. I feel like a different person when I cry. When your throat gets that painful lump in it, and you start doing that double inhale. And you can taste the salt of your own tears and your saliva gets hard to swallow so youre just a complete mess. But I still want someone to hold me. To lie to me and tell me I can go home, to be calm for once while I get my turn to cry. But all I can do is clutch my own hand and whisper for someone that's gone. And imagine im back home, in my room, im still a kid, amd nothing has changed. I like to imagine my room as my safe place. But sometimes its much further away. A cabin in the woods, yearning for a home I've never known. I'm tired, my head hurts, I'm probably dehydrated...but I want something and I dont know what it is. I hate it, I hate me. Please just...can't I be vulnerable for five seconds?