Why do we cry?
Do we cry when we hide?
To empty out our mind?
To hide something hurting inside?
Do we cry to show a part of us died?

Why do we cry?
Is it to say we are sad?
Or possibly mad?

Why do we cry?
To say that we are happy?
Does it make us more sappy?
Does it show those outside, what we are feeling inside?
Is it to tell a story, show our needs?
Is it to show someone we are truly sorry?

We cry and cry
Cry throughout our whole life?
We cry and cry though it brings us strife?
Does it do all the things you want it to?
Does crying really help you?

I have no idea for I am no physician.
I have no theory to reach a decision.
I shall wonder and wonder as I cry and cry.
Is it helping me or am I wasting my time?
Is it a helpless reaction?
If so what's the cure?
I guess I'll never know for sure.

So I'll just keeping wondering.
I shall continue to cry.
Why do we cry?
I'll never know why.
Maybe I'll find it out before I die.
The reason why we always cry.

It surprises me how such little things, can bring the deepest kind of pain.
How they say sticks and stones can break your bones but that words will never hurt.
Words don't hurt in a physical sense, but they bring scars nonetheless.

It's also surprising that who says these words to you, changes the amount of pain you feel.
When it's someone you love, it's like a stab in the neck.
A gunshot in the leg and a wound in your chest.
When it's someone who barely knows you, the words don't mean much to you.

Being called dumb, stupid, a lazy ***.
Hearing insults from the ones you love.
Does it hurt so bad because it's a surprise?
When you least expect it, they turn and knock you on your side.

Can you tell them your hurt, that they need to stop?
No, you can't, probably not.
Just let those words gnaw on your brains
Eat your insides out, drive you insane.
When you reach the point where you can't be helped, when you are no longer yourself.
That's when they'll ask what happened to you and that's when you finally tell them the truth.
How the insults they made everyday, kept breaking your heart day after day.
How they killed you inside bit by bit
Till you burst with all those feelings you kept.
When you are out of your mind, let them know
Tell them how they hurt you so.
Then they'll see what their harsh words did
And hopefully they'll learn from their big mistake.

My mind is like a labyrinth that I can't seem to figure out.
It will take years of wisdom, no doubt.
But I wish I could speed up the process, help time fly by.
I don't want to live my life like a lie.
I want to love and be loved without being judged.
I want to be accepted by everyone, I want to have fun.
But how can I do that when you make me feel bad.
The one who is supposed to love me regardless, just makes me sad.

What if I fall in love at an early age?
Will you disown me and send me away?
Will you accept it and support me?
Will it make you happy because it makes me happy?
I doubt the third option and the second as well.
I feel like you'd make my life a living hell.
I'd have to hide everything from you.
And that's not what I want to do.

Why can't you accept me for who I am.
Why do you have to make me feel so bad?
I am happy, is that not enough?
Do you have to crush my spirits and break my heart?
Does it make you happy when I cry?
Are you glad I am dying inside?
Do you like that I'm afraid to love?
Is this something you are proud of?
I just want to be me, nothing more nothing less.
Why can't you be satisfied with my best.

You said be true to you, but I guess that was a lie.
Cause you judge me always and it crushes me inside.
I guess I'll never be perfect or enough for you.
I wont do everything that you want me to do.
I'll take a chance and be me.
And as for your reaction, we'll just have to see.
I'm sure you'll forget me and leave me alone.
You will lock me out of that place I called home.
I will be by myself, I will have to make-do.
I will have to live my life without you.

I will never be completely and truly happy.
No, that's not possible when you've lost your family.