Weep with words
And not with tears

Some men are not meant to be happy, they are meant to be great!
Normal is overrated,
And true happiness, the subject of many a debate.
As far back as man, or be it extra-terrestial, the concept, outdated.

Some men will rather starve than be called fat or pale.
Some men will rather be killed than bear witness to a  false tale.
Some men will die alone, and others will die with their loved ones at bay.
Some men will try to be different, but dead bodies all decay.

All through history, Man has sought to make his life easier;
To get a lot more comfortable, by any means, quicker.
He has sought to be forever in his youth;
To seal within himself, his soul like a selection from the old juke-booth.

And I want to tell her that I understand
what it feels like to be fake, insignificant,
and a shadow on the sidewalk of society.

And I want to tell her that I also borrow
the experiences of others --
that I, too, learn feelings
by stopping and staring at personal wreckage,
like a tourist of emotions,
like an inevitable wish of a human being.

Only once has love ever opened my wrist,
Twice more with a rope, my neck has been kissed.
Three panic attacks on the floor of the shower,
Six nights have I wished to see my last hour.

I loved you.
But I stopped because.
I always thought I never had a chance,
To be with you as life passes by.
To wake up in bed with you by my side,
To go through thick and thin and see you smile,
To cherish every moment shared by you and I,
I gave all these up.
I threw away every single one of these thoughts,
The fear of you leaving me behind,
The thought of you leaving my side,
The sight of another man in your arms,
Thinking that all these may happen.
Pain flushed through my heart.
Foolish I was to believe in it.
It was all a mistake.
Leaving you without saying a word,
I thought it was the best for all.
Now from the bottom to the top, read it once more