So I found this looking through some of my writings, according to the information on the file I wrote this almost 3 years ago, but how ironic this is feeling for me at this time.
I’m thinking I need to cry, over what I am not sure!
My tears brim on the edge of my lids waiting to be let free.
To cry would be the answer but for what, I still don’t know.
Do I cry for the ones I’ve lost near and far?
Do I cry for the ones I’ve left?
Do I cry for the life I’ve given up, or for the life I’ve
gained?
My tears flow freely behind my eyes, my sadness unexplained.
I fear!
I hurt! I want to cry, but I’m not sure why!
I write but can’t speak afraid of what I’ll say!
I keep it all pinned down so deep so no one sees my pain!
I wear a mask that holds the tears to keep the hurt at bay!
I want so bad to understand, the ache that numbs my heart.
Because pretending only gets you so far,
But for now pretend I must!
