I was shattered completely within, My eyes went off control; I split into tears still relieved the treachery, He* then provoked, “Eh girly men don’t cry!” Then a squabble ran onto my mind; Why don’t men cry?
You distill within, you calm thine down: You hop, you break, of course you frown. Tears just roll down, to calm thy within, Banding the aid that you got to fit.
The purity lies in the tears, They wash off one’s filth, soothe and revive; Gives you the fortitude and a roar “High time to break the concealed fear”
Don’t rub off thy moisture Let it remind; You are a pow than the people behind Your soul soothes, thy mind blows; Fade the horror your life shows.
This has been a frequently asked question. An allegation stays that men haven't learnt to shed tears. Find the reality through this extract of my emotions.
I'm losing my mind Everyone sees it, i'm not the same Definitely not sane I'm a wishful thinker Though i have a lot to tinker I'll lose my mind If that keeps everyone else sane Who will save me today Before my mind has gone away -kathycis
I keep getting asked "are you okay?" Good question. When will I finally be pretty? Good question I'll cut my hair and fake a smile Hoping someone will stay a while Why am I such a crybaby? Good question they say a broken heart is one that's been loved But I guess nothing's perfect. Who am I? Good question The best questions are the ones without answers.
I find a way to relate anything and everything to home. Oh look, it's a bag of chips. I used to eat chips at home. Oh look, it's a pencil. I used to use pencils at home.
And each time it makes me cry.
Someone passes by me wearing perfume that smells like Mom's, I start crying. I see the words mom, dad, parents, home, family, I start crying.
Am I just a crybaby? Or am I allowed to feel sorry for myself once in a while? Because if you were in my place, you would too. Anyone would. Don't deny it.
Please just let me feel sorry for myself now. Don't call me weak. Don't call me over-sensitive. Don't call me a baby. Don't tell me to cheer up. Don't tell me to focus on the good. Don't tell me to shut up. Don't say I'll be okay. Don't say it'll all be over soon. Don't say I'll get over it.
Just let me cry.
I'm so done with this I just want it to end already
Give me happy pills, Write me silly riddles Let crybabies have their giggles Don't force me awake at dawn Chiffon nails unlike my Queen idle
Give me happy pills, Drown me once, twice, or thrice Cannot quite identify between sugar & spice, ***** spoiled brat with her spoiled milk, De-feather the throne and join the heist
Give me happy pills, Show me how to love and show me how to sin— Locate me to my demons I have never been, A corpse is a corpse— When his pale lips turns into beige Just an ordinary broken cassette, In the age of fifteen
Give me happy pills, Slap me a mega laughter until I die Tell me saber, how to curve a smile Adorableness faints in a cradle— When she started to cry, Atleast give me forever for awhile