I don't know why I cry anymore. I'm just a lonely easy girl. I hate that I keep to myself and find it difficult to share how I really feel. I feel like no one cares and don't get me they just brush me off. I cry too much. I'm too much and over the top dramatic. I forgot so many times why I cry.
The tears run from my eyes more and more. Slowly feel all my previous numbness flow out.I cry to find release from all the emotions I hide. I let it trickle slowly down my cheeks with all the rain that pours around me hiding the true reason on why I cry.
Maybe I actually cry to get away from all the pain in my heart. I cry to get away from all the shame and disappointment I have caused my friends and family. The tears come and go into reality. Staring off into space as the tears keep pushing faster while sobs wretch through my spirit. Maybe he gave me a reason to cry. I loved and trusted. I cried because I felt betrayed. I cried because the trust I had left my heart. While I cried you hoped for forgiveness. While I forgave you I cried sobbing for the hate that never entered my heart towards you.
I cry because no matter what hurt you caused me I can never hurt you the same way. You cry because you feel the pain you caused when I speak. You feel the sharp needles of the tears behind your eyes before they fall. We cry for breaking each other down to the point of no return. We cry for how easy it is to find that no matter what we are still in love.
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Poems Of The Young Heart
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