Your Grandfather died yesterday.
I know, because people has been talking about it. It was a hit and run, and your Grandfather was a victim.
I know how much he means to you. Because he was the closest thing of a father figure that you could have ever since your father left you.
I saw your break down the other day too, you eyes were puffy and your nose were red. You've were crying. And I saw your knuckles were bleeding.
You look so calm though, too calm for someone that's just lost a family member. But I knew you better than anybody else. You're a silence before storm, baby. And I know, the moment you thought no one was looking, I know that's when you let it all out.
But I was looking.
I saw you punching the wall, I saw you screaming, why? I saw you let out all of your anger, destroying, punching, kicking. I saw you crying, baby. I saw you curl up, hugging your knees seeking for comfort.
You were so broken, so vulnerable and baby there's nothing I want to do other than come up to you and hug you till you fall asleep. Whisper in your ears, telling you that it's gonna be alright. I'll help you pick up the broken pieces back together then we'll fix it together.
But baby, we both know I was just as broken as you are. And that it won't be alright.
And so I just stand on my guard. Watching you, while I'm hiding behind the shadow, just like a coward I am.

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Before The Dawn | ✔
Non-Fictionafter all you don't need water to feel like drowning, do you? --- dedicated to you, the only person who took my breath away with your pretty lies and empty promises. © Copyrights Reserved