Key to the tears.

I don't usually overreact to things like this. I've gotten used to the cruel things. I have tried to push them all deep, deep down. I succeed until something like this happens. It was two words. One not as cruel, the other very cruel. It makes me sad to know what the person was like, and what they have become. It will be over soon. The tear stains will fade. My make-up will be put back on. My head will quit pounding. It wasn't a big deal. I just needed that one thing to push me over the edge. Everything spills out at once, in a short moment it's over. Then I feel sad and angry. Then the emotions go deep down again. They stay there. For a long, long time.

That's why I will never, ever leave my key home again.


always,
Kara


"tears are the words the heart can't express"