Hollow

When it hits me, anything that hurts, anything that causes my heartbeat to accelerate and my palms to get clammy, or my breath to catch, I want to call you, and cry or yell about it. I want to bear all of my pain and feel all of your pains just as strongly. Learning to be okay crying to myself, screaming and listening to those screams echo off uncaring walls because how can I with anyone else anymore.