why is it at 3 a.m with the weight of the world on my shoulders,
My lip quivering in beat with my heart do I find it impossible to allow myself even a single tear to dot my cheeks,
Could it be my never ending cycle of forcing myself to be okay even if everything around me is in ashes,
Or could it be the embarrassment of being weak even though the only soul to know I shed that tear would be the one that's ripped to shreds inside me