I've always had a quiet cry. It's hard because whenever you cry, no one hears you. The tears all keep streaming down your face while you try to let out a choked whine. No one can ever help you cause you're not made to be understood. You were only made to understand. You hear the broken cry out. You see them crumble before your eyes. You feel the pain ten times more than they do because you have felt it before and it has never healed. You're waiting for someone just like you to come along and share your pain. But whenever they do, you end up just sharing their pain and your hurtful burden becomes heavier and harder to suppress. You might sink into depression and want to start cutting yourself. But you stop because deep down you know that your fragile body does not deserve to feel the pain you constantly feel emotionally. By now you're at an impasse. You want to escape from all the pain, the suffering, and the problems. But you know that those around you will become just like you if you're not there for them. They will bear everyone's burdens. They will become Quiet Criers. For there must be one in order for a community to not fall apart.
