When I was little my mother had always hated lying. She was a strong willed woman that I was honestly scared of sometimes. Other than lying my mother hated when she saw me cry , she would always say "stop crying and be strong or else you show people you're weak" and so I didn't cry much ..even now I don't like crying I hate it even
I hate crying in front of people especially but once I close my door
once I'm in my room all alone with the curtains closed and the only sound is the A/C that's on humming softly
I go to my bed and I wrap myself up with a blanket and sit there remembering all the things I did
all the things I didn't
the things I've said
and the things that hurt me.
I wait until the entire house is quiet
I wait until my siblings begin to snore softly and their chests move at the same pace, I wait until the last light is off and the last phone is shut down. I wait for the bed to creak under my parents and until the world itself become mute
that's when I let my chest inhale the air I feared and hold it until I feel my mind begin to shut down, that's when my throat becomes tight and my nose begins to burn
when my neck begins to become hot with pain and I pull the pillow to my face and close my eyes as I muffle what I don't want them to hear
I will lay there and let myself break down after a long day,a long month, a long year.
I hate it
I hate when I cry
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