The tears that fall from my eyes cease to end,
they drown me in sorrow, and release all of the
pain I keep inside, not letting it out until
it’s reached the top and forces me to release it’s
wrath on myself, and cut until my emotions are
stable once more. The tears come stronger because
I refuse to let them fall when others are around because
I’m afraid I’ll be seen as weak or incompetent, which
scares me because I would like to think I’m strong
given everything I’ve been through, most of it alone.
and even though I made bad choices along that lonely road
I picked myself up and gained the knowledge never to do them
again, I’d like to think that counts for something.
