I rarely cry but when I do, I shed a million tears. When I cry, I cry softly because I dont want them to hear me. I cover the sounds of my weeping with my hands or my pillow and once I'm done crying, my world feels as if it could get better. But it doesn't because two months later, I cry again. It may be because I've read something sad but once I start to cry, I cry for every other reason I'm sad and it all pours out of me like I am the reason for the ocean. Like my eyes are the source of a waterfall ; ongoing until I block off my feelings until something unbearable happens and I can't help but to cry. I don't want to cry, but I do and I guess that's what makes me human.
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Poetryhe held my face within his hands looked me dead in the eyes and said "you're worth it" ••• in that moment i've never felt more loved #924 in Poems #229 in Poetry Collection #606 in Poem
