I cry too often Until there are no tears left to spill People say that it's weak People say that it means you've been strong to long But what if they just want to make you feel bad Or are they trying to make you feel good Because they feel bad for you They spill from your eyes For some ugly For some pretty But for both It means they've been through something Even if it's little to you Or even if it's to big for you to imagine And for every tear Was a reason to spill in that moment So cry Let it all out
I'm sorry for those who can relate to this strongly, but all of us have been through this at one point. Thank you for always standing by my side :) If anything in this poem is offensive, feel free to tell me and we can see if there's something I can do. This poem isn't meant to come off on someone as something to feel ashamed of, or to provoke anyone.
