Why can’t I cry?
Is it because it’s not dark enough in my room,
Or has my heart quietly given up on me too soon?
I stare at the ceiling — it stares back the same,
No lightning, no thunder, just silence and shame.
I press my eyes hard, but the tears won’t fall,
Like I’m standing on the edge, but there's no one to call.
Maybe I’ve felt too much for far too long,
Now even sadness won’t sing me her song.
Maybe the girl who used to feel everything
Has folded her wings… and stopped listening.
Why can’t I cry?
Did I run out of reasons, or out of the sky?
It’s strange to miss the pain I used to hate,
But now I sit, numb, just waiting for fate.
I’m stitched together by silence and empty dreams.
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 1:39 AM UTC
Why can’t I cry?
Is it because it’s not dark enough in my room,
Or has my heart quietly given up on me too soon?
I stare at the ceiling — it stares back the same,
No lightning, no thunder, just silence and shame.
I press my eyes hard, but the tears won’t fall,
Like I’m standing on the edge, but there's no one to call.
Maybe I’ve felt too much for far too long,
Now even sadness won’t sing me her song.
Maybe the girl who used to feel everything
Has folded her wings… and stopped listening.
Why can’t I cry?
Did I run out of reasons, or out of the sky?
It’s strange to miss the pain I used to hate,
But now I sit, numb, just waiting for fate.
I’m stitched together by silence and empty dreams.
Some nights like this
