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something i wrote about when you see an adult cry :

ere’s a sudden feeling when you hear a grown up cry. It’s like all of a sudden, your body is drained of it’s confidence and safety, and you feel exposed and insecure, like you want to curl up in a ball and savour the warmth. It’s like when you don’t realize how fragile life is until you lose someone. And nobody’s been able to put their finger on the word that describes it. Emptiness. It’s like you want to think, but your mind is blank. You want to sing, but your throat is dry. You want to love, but your heart is cold. You want to sleep, but your eyes are open. It’s emptiness. It’s cold, unfeeling, emptiness.

When you hear a grown up cry, it rings in your ears, the image of them stays in your mind always. It almost haunts you. And when you hear it, you just want to hold on to something. So the empitness doesn’t suck you up into a big black empty hole.

do you like it???

Answer 1

That was really nice. I think u nailed it right on its head. It is hard to put your finger on the word to describe how u feel when u hear a grown up cry. It is an emptiness that u feel. But its also full at the same time, of sadness that is. Very good, don't delete it unless that's something u really want to do. I personally liked it.

Answer 2

I made one to, it goes like this...

something i wrote about when you see an adult cry :

ere’s a sudden feeling when you hear a grown up cry. It’s like all of a sudden, your body is drained of it’s confidence and safety, and you feel exposed and insecure, like you want to curl up in a ball and savour the warmth. It’s like when you don’t realize how fragile life is until you lose someone. And nobody’s been able to put their finger on the word that describes it. Emptiness. It’s like you want to think, but your mind is blank. You want to sing, but your throat is dry. You want to love, but your heart is cold. You want to sleep, but your eyes are open. It’s emptiness. It’s cold, unfeeling, emptiness.

When you hear a grown up cry, it rings in your ears, the image of them stays in your mind always. It almost haunts you. And when you hear it, you just want to hold on to something. So the empitness doesn’t suck you up into a big black empty hole.

J/k, yes its good..

Answer 3

ere’s a sudden feeling when you hear a grown up cry. It’s like all of a sudden, your body is drained of it’s confidence and safety, and you feel exposed and insecure, like you want to curl up in a ball and savour the warmth. It’s like when you don’t realize how fragile life is until you lose someone. And nobody’s been able to put their finger on the word that describes it. Emptiness. It’s like you want to think, but your mind is blank. You want to sing, but your throat is dry. You want to love, but your heart is cold. You want to sleep, but your eyes are open. It’s emptiness. It’s cold, unfeeling, emptiness.

When you hear a grown up cry, it rings in your ears, the image of them stays in your mind always. It almost haunts you. And when you hear it, you just want to hold on to something. So the empitness doesn’t suck you up into a big black empty hole.

by potathao

how do ya' like it?


..............................Im still alive.

Answer 4

My honest opinion:
No. I dont like it. Its sappy and I have heard a million things like it.
Try lyrics that make people think and make their minds expand. Something to help you move along in life.

Answer 5

not bad. When I was a child, and I would here a grown up cry, it would bring on a feeling of foreboding..(of course I didn't know that word then)

Answer 6

Don't worry no one is going to steal ur ****...It's alright, not the best Ive read but in the same respect its not the worst either....

Answer 7

Love It!

Answer 8

I totally agree with Baby Tiger! Thanks for that expression of emotion, not many people are capable of putting such things into words! Congrats!!

Answer 9

yes I love it

Answer 10

I find depressing cause me dad's always crying to me, and it's just sad.