Wake Her When September Ends

The worst type of cry isn't the silent one.
It isn't the one where everyone is asleep.
It isn't the one where you feel it in your throat, and your eyes become blurry from the tears.
It isn't the one where you just want to scream.
It isn't the one where you have to hold your breath and grab your stomach to keep quiet.
It isn't the one where you can't breathe anymore.
It isn't the one where you realize that you're all alone.

The worst type of cry is when there isn't anyone to be asleep
It's the one where you can't feel it in your throat, because everything became numb a long time ago.
It's the one where you can't scream because your voice has stopped working from neglect.
It's the one where there is nothing for you to grab because you aren't even sure you exist anymore.
It's the one where you try to stop breathing on purpose just to disappear for a while.
It's the one where you just want to die, because you know there is no one left to miss you.
It's the one where your soul weeps and there is no way to comfort it.

It's the cry when you realize you just want to end it all.