To not cry is a blessing and a curse
A blessing 'cause it hides your pain
A blessing' cause it shields your grief
But most of all, it is a curse
One that boxes up your emotions
One that leaves you defenseless
One that denies you allayment to grieve
One that let's you seem so strong when you're weak
One that leaves devastatingly flustered.
The kind of mixed feelings you get from the frozen tears that never falls is one that leaves you overshadowed by darkness.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 4:43 AM UTC
To not cry is a blessing and a curse
A blessing 'cause it hides your pain
A blessing' cause it shields your grief
But most of all, it is a curse
One that boxes up your emotions
One that leaves you defenseless
One that denies you allayment to grieve
One that let's you seem so strong when you're weak
One that leaves devastatingly flustered.
The kind of mixed feelings you get from the frozen tears that never falls is one that leaves you overshadowed by darkness.
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