To the me from years ago

To The Unknown

I opened the door, I couldn't cry, the other side isn't that bad.

Death couldn't make me cry, I wasn't born to cry.

Murder isn't enough to cause tears, why would they cry?

I can't understand why people will cry over other's death, it's not them dying.

I was naive like them too, tears couldn't solve my problems.

I was once dumb too, thinking crying could resolve something.

I worked through everything, they can't just cry to get what they want.

I don't understand why people cry