Feelings

I sit here, self loathing oozing from my core, spilling forth from every pore. I can't contain the ache I feel, the bubbling pain in my chest. The storm is brewing and I can feel it, the calm never came. Fights and arguments tumbling ahead, a warning sign to the war about to be unleashed. The emotions flared and I felt myself losing it, the tears flew forward dropping down my cheeks in an endless torrent of rain. The pain locked up inside breaking out, filling the surrounding with the sounds of heartbreaking, chest wracking painful sobs. The tears flowed quickly cascading my makeup down my cheeks, tinting the pale flesh black against it's reddening background. Minutes felt like hours and seconds felt like millenniums as I cried, but what really was only two minutes of the break down felt like it could of lasted an hour. I didn't feel satisfied, I still felt like I did before. Disgusted, angry, hurt; all at myself, for having been ballsy enough to keep the pain flowing until I couldn't stand it. I knew the storm was far from over, it was only beginning.