I think that it is horrible to run out of tears to shed. At first, I could cry and cry and never run out of tears because the pain was so new and I was so unfamiliar with it. But now, when my parents throw another insult my way – another degrading term in my direction – I can’t help but feel this horrible and dark feeling settling above me.
When you run out of tears, there is no feeling left inside of you. You sit still as insults and yelled and your face is a mask of stone. Cold, indifferent stone. A ball of led sinks in […]