Jan 23, 2018
So who do you run to when your crying that peircing cry, that cry that is loud and sharp, and hurts like hell. What do you do when that cry comes, when the screams mix with the tears, and it all becomes cold. When the pain is so intense, that the only way it can crawl out of you is through those deafening cries. And when your hands are shaking so bad, what are they struggling to type; and for gods sake, who is it that you ran to.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1260 // i ran to you, best friend, but you were always too busy (via excerptsofstories)
