That night I didn't cry,
I wanted to,
But I didn't,
The tears,
They won't just come out,
I felt the pain inside,
It was slowly killing me,
I had to vent,
But couldn't,
As if my eyes refused,
They didn't allow,
A single drop to escape,
My breathing hardened,
And life became suffocating,
But my eyes didn't blur,
They didn't let tears trail down,
Maybe I was so broken,
That I couldn't be shattered more,
Maybe I cried so much,
That now I had nothing,
Not a single drop to shed,
Or was I so used to holding it in,
That it was a habit now,
Maybe I grew strong,
Or way too vulnerable,
Whatever it was,
That night my pillow was dry,
That night I didn't talk to the stars,
That night I fell asleep early,
That night the demons didn't haunt me,
That night I slept in peace.
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