My Tear Essay -- Narrative Crying Descriptive Depression Essays

Have you ever been crippled or felt so incapable of something? Has anything felt so empowering that you didnt know what to do or how to tackle the situation? Have you ever felt so much pain sensation where it seemed like it immobilized your body? Have you ever felt so depressed that you really didnt know where the source of depression was coming from? These are the questions that enumerate to my mind when I think about each and every tear that ever hits my face. I wonder how many tears are actually strike my face, how many actually seep into my skin. I wonder if people think the selfsame(prenominal) way that I think or it they sometimes feel the same way that I feel. Many words often loose their connotation. A tear to me is no longer a tear. A tear to me is history. It is the constant proctor of hurt, that sometimes spreads its way through my body. A tear is pain and memories, a tear is something that cant be erased, its something that only I see and that to the highest d egree will neer see. You can never feel exactly what I feel or understand the way that I heal you can never truly know why I hurt, so deep inside...