i cried everyday for you
because
i thought blue
was your favorite color

are something that I have learned to hide.
Seen as a weakness to my parents, seen as too sensitive.
Grow up, you aren't a baby anymore.
Stop crying, you have everything.

Bottled up inside me I learned to control them.
I learned to ignore them
every time they threatened to burst.
Tears are a luxury we all take for granted.

I've grown to accept this part of me,
grown to accept that tears aren't the enemy.
A part of me will always whisper to myself,
grow up, stop being a baby.

But in the end, we all shed some tears.

That's it.
That's the whole poem.
Not really much of a poem.
Not really much of a way to live either.
But it's what I got.

Anywhere, Anytime;
Anxiety Attack, Panic Attack;
Sometimes I cry;
Sometimes my chest tightens;
Sometimes I feel choked;
Sometimes I hyperventilate;
Sometimes I feel like I'm dying;
It's hard...
But I'm trying to fight....

her fingertips leave
velvet kisses
across his skin,
wiping the tears
that escape
with her palms.

nothing can compare
to such
a lover’s material.

i want to cry so badly that
i want to cry
that i want to cry

you overwhelm me.

i want to cry so badly
but my ducts are dry
the tears well inside

i'll drown intern a l l y

It takes a spectacular amount of strength
To hold back your tears
To keep it all in
Your troubles and your fears

Your heart wants to let it all out
But you don't want to feel vulnerable or weak
You’re scared to give in
To the comfort you seek

But eventually, you’ll crack
You let it out, you can’t take it no more
Your tears flow onto your cheeks
Your heart shatters onto the floor

But it feels good, to let it all out
Instead of letting it bubble inside
Yes, I’m in pain
But I don't need to hide

I have finally removed my mask
My broken heart is revealed
I am no happy child
My depression is no longer concealed

I want to leave now
I can't do it anymore
I beg you end this