I walk around with a smile on my lips
It doesn’t reach my eyes because my happy no longer exists
My chest hurts and a lump is ever present in my throat
I stay confused because I feel like someone has died but everyone’s still alive
How long will I feel this way?
How long can I feel this way?
How do I even physically have any more tears? I can feel them there continuously threatening
to pour out and down like a release but it never ends
The pain I cannot describe exact or pinpoint where it’s at, but it’s there always right beneath the surface, a heavy weight I can’t unload
The burden of my life alone
About the Creator
Cheryl Chastain
I’m just a woman who writes by day and paints by night to cope with this thing called life.
Twitter @ CherylRChastain
Check out my ig @chereneechastain
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