i used to cry in front of people. i remember the way my salty tears rolled down my cheeks and landed on the palms of someone else’s hand. but i soon realized it was better to cry alone. when you caught your own tears— because the others would never understand.
they were only there for you, because they pitied you. it was always like that. no one would ever properly care.
and we don’t need pity. which is why, we cry alone. we cry and sob our hearts out, hoping that the pain will dissipate into the thin air. but it will never. the scars will remain.
we cry alone. because it’s better.
we cry alone. because it’s all that we can do.
