I cried that day, though not a tear fell.
Some things weigh so heavy, I want to cry—
yet no tears leave my eyes,
as if the flood of emotions dried them dry.
Everyday is like a punishment,
slowly wearing down my soul.
The love I once built for myself
crumbles piece by piece.
How can I survive in this world full of judgement
when it's just the beginning, yet feels like end?
