Explain Why You Have A Tear Stained Face

Sometimes life can feel like it’s suffocating you. You can feel yourself getting pulled down into the abyss. The weight of the world Crushing you and forcing all the air out of your lungs. You can feel alone in the dark water. That is how it feels on the inside. On the outside things are seen so much differently. Some people are seen as happy and smiling while others seem ‘ normal’. However there are some that seem fake. This is how people dealing with self harm feel.

-I’m sorry, you have to believe me, I never wanted to hurt any of you-Leah’s eyes glistened with unshed tears that she was trying really hard not to shed.

I’m in the prison line minding my own business as a few girls punch me. I did nothing to them, but that day i was getting out of prison and the girls get jealous if the others get out. The police are sending me to a foster home. My seventh one and i’m hoping it’s the last. My head is throbbing and there is a cut on the upper part of my lip. Before I leave I ask where is my brother you said you promise would never split us apart. The social worker finds my brother and he is taken out of the home he is in, now he is with me I feel safe.

“The best description is your heart feels like its being crushed from the inside. The pain is a constant reminder of what you’ve lost. There is no relief. Watching my child dying in my arms without the means to stop it was the most horrific day of my life. The next was when I found out my husband had slept with his secretary.”

I crippled down into a pit of confusion and sadness. Although this happened often, it always seemed to hit home hard as the months progressed. I arrived home and tossed myself into the soft comfort of my bed. Curled up into a ball, I tightened and released my grip on my white covers repeatedly, my body slowly dozing in and out of slumber as I watched small ripples in the outdoor pool shine upon my bedroom wall, the moonlight brightening it. Slowly the whispers began developing, and I allowed them. I needed to listen, they crowded my mind and maybe they were all right. So, there I sat in the silence. Jabbled words filled the room, they seemed to be everywhere. Woman, children, and men. I tensed at the words, trying to make out what they were telling me. In the background faint noises played, either from past songs the band and I had developed or ones that just kept coming. Threats or sarcastic remarks, occasional words remembered from my parents or enemies. They kept coming, intensifying by the second, getting louder and louder, until the point where... I snapped. I sat up and screamed into the darkness, pulling at my hair and kicking my feet, as if I were having some kind of a toddler tantrum. My breath quickened and my nose wrinkled, like how it always did when I got worked up. Slowly, and then all at once they stopped. My mind gathered in the silence, and I slammed back down into the pillow, turning my head into it, screaming once more until

It makes us feel sad or helpless, feelings no one wants to experience. But, despite all our efforts, pain always finds a way to borrow into our lives. It can’t be stopped, merely delayed in some instances. It can show up as, say, a broken arm, or even the death of someone close to us.

Some people live lives full of joy, happiness, and pleasure, but no one escapes the experience of fear and fear's companion, pain. We are born into lives of awaiting fear and pain. Our lives are profoundly shaped by them, as well as our efforts to avoid them. These emotions are not something that can be turned off and on. Pain and fear seem to always uncontrollable and untouchable.

I sat on my bed with my arms wrapped tightly around my pillow swaying back and forth. My mom lightly knocked on my door and asked if she could come in. I tried to wipe away the stains left by my long stream of tears, but I felt my skin sting and eyes swell instead. She asked if I wanted to talk about it, but my response got stuck in my throat, so all I could do was shake my head and shove my head deep inside my pillow. Her bare feet smacked on the concrete as she made her way over to my bed. Her weight made an indent in the corner of my mattress as she sat down and laid a hand on my back.

In this world that we live in, there is so much pain, heartache, and

And nothing can make it better. Nothing can fix it. Nothing could ever bandage it up. No amount of words or sympathy could fix it. It's just something that can't be put away.. we have to feel it in order to overcome it.

“nods too young to understand that she can’t see it. Tears fall down her cheeks.”

Pain is nothing compared to the heartless feelings that are solely accompanied by a safe, meaningless life that is firmly trapped under traditions and that is nothing, but merely an illusion of comfort ornamented by

“I don't know what happened. One minute we are enjoying each others company. Than the next thing I know she starts to clench at her chest, hunched over in pain. I didn't mean to hurt her, if I did.”

She has caused me immense pain. The faith in us that I had sealed up so tight has burst open and is pouring out like a fountain…tearing the image of our future together from my thoughts so brutally and viciously. I will always remember her tender touch, her soft kiss. She says she loves me with that look in her eyes. I should have always known those words were a cold heart lie.

Pain is a type of fuel that someone can resort to too keep going. Pain is a useful tool to get what you want. You can crush a person’s soul with pain or you can free it. You can be at the top of the world if you use