In a sense, I'm what you call a sensitive person.
I don't cry about everything.
I don't cry about old people who don't find love (although that is sad) or cute puppies.
I don't like the fact that I cry when yelled at or the fact that I can't let the words flow out of my mouth trying to speak and because of that; I cry.
I'm told to suck it up, calm down, stop over-reacting, and to just not be so sensitive.
I can't help the fact that I cry when I'm sorry or the fact I made you mad.
I hate my tears.
They always get me in trouble.
When you cry in front of people, they always ask "What's wrong?".
When people ask you that question, you want to tell them, but you're afraid of what comes after.
Most of the time, they try to make you think that your reason for crying is immature or unreasonable.
Why does something have to be wrong all the time? Sometimes I cry when I feel an overwhelming sadness swelling in my stomach.
My tears are the physical result of the aching in my heart.
When everyone else lays in there bed sleeping so peaceful I'm battling demons in my head.
I can never sleep.
Crying at night helps me sleep better.
I feel relieved like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders that I didnt even know was weighing me down.
I just wish I didnt get judged for the way I feel.
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