I hate it.
I hate it so much
It pains me.
The feeling you get,
Like everything just sunk
To your stomache,
And you can't breathe.
The sound you hear after
You can't cry or scream anymore
And your throat is sore.
The swollenness of your eyes
Because of how much you cried.
And how shallow you begin to feel
Just sitting there in the dark.
It hurts.
You realize how much
Something meant to you.
How much you treasured it.
And now,
All you can do is wait for
Another thing to hold dearly,
Knowing,
It's not going to be the same.
Yeah.
Breaking your game console
Is tragic.