After cleaning all the tears,
And trying to remember
All the tacky tips of behavior,
I still feel like crying again.

My heart aches
And so does my head,
Everytime I get to face
All the faces I used to trust.

I still feel like crying again,
And again, and again, and again,
To a point in which all my soul
Is out through my eyes.

I speak and I regret of doing it.
The words turn the feeling heavier.
It´s harder to write, to let it out,
So I won´t.

I am sad.
That´s a fact and I can´t deny it.
I tried to change and I failed,
So I´m changing again.

No one knows that I am sad.
No one will.