these concrete boots he wears...

the happiness has been pushed out like half digested chocolate leaving a discusting taste in the mouth. it evaporates like sweat through the pores of the skin leaving only the stench of bad body odour and a cold feeling. its ripped out like fingernails trying to climb out of a hole of stone. its drained like the colour from the face when a heart stops. its lost forever like blood pouring down the sink..

physical unhappiness is like being dead...
emotional unhappiness is too...