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Serene May 2020
Haven’t you heard?
Crying is a woman thing!
What? You thought your tear ducts had a purpose?
Sorry, but your body has done you a disservice
You won’t be needing them
These pesky emotions need to go!
Feelings? Pff, what are those?
To cry means you’re feminine, a weakling, a *****
Something manly men are not
You see, I thought there was strength in vulnerability
I guess that I was wrong
I thought crying was for everyone
A healthy thing, stress relief, a way to breathe
According to society, crying just isn’t manly
But crying is a human thing
No it just can’t be
If you want to be a “real man”
Swallow down those feelings!
Indifference is key
The only emotion you can feel is angry
Talking about your feelings?
No you must talk through your fists
Fists fights are manly
Though no one ever really wins
God forbid if you ever let someone else in
They might see that you are just human
They might trick you into believing you have been lied to all your life
That crying is okay, beautiful,  full of might
And guess what, that is absolutely right!
The one who  told you to “man up” when all you did was feel
Well I guess sometimes we use the same hand we’re dealt to deal
But if you don’t let things hurt, how can they ever fully heal?
Let it all out, I promise you’ll feel better
It’s okay if there are storms you simply cannot weather
You are no less of a man for shedding a few tears
You deserve to feel, it’s okay to not be okay, I hope I made that clear
This is meant to be read in a sarcastic tone until the last eight lines
Eleanor Apr 2020
There are tears.
There is always tears.
a fight,
an expertly written poem
a short story.
All cause my emotions to cascade
and seek to overrule.

But for only a moment
is that allowed.
The river is stopped.
a tear or two displaying the
appropriate level of sadness.
Then I must stop.
I mustn't show you more tears than that.

The concern's differ
The questions heave the painful truth
on to the tip of my tongue.
But I swallow them. I will always lie.
It's better this way.
I'm just tired, I've a slight headache.
I am only a bit upset.
Like a lot of people with mental health issues I find myself lying about my feelings as to not inconvenience anyone. Often times I become upset by things that happen in school or with my friends but I've mastered the deceitful art of stopping myself from crying and using believable excuses if I'm asked.
Cody Haag Apr 2020
They say,
"You were happier on the pills."
They say,
"The things you do give us chills."
They say,
"Are you even trying?"
They say,
"Why are you crying?"
They say,
"Your life isn't that bad."
They say,
"You have no reason to be sad."
They say,
"You can't live alone."
They say,
"You can't ever atone."
They say,
"We love all of you."
They say,
"Except the things you do."

I say,
"All you are is talk."
I say,
"You erase me like chalk."
I say,
"You love me but you don't."
I say,
"You want me to do what you won't."
I say,
"I'd be better off dead."
I say,
"I'm a burden that needs shed."
I say,
"Check the mirror."
I say,
"Don't shed a tear."
Ella James Apr 2020
I look up to my father,  

as he holds his head in his hands

“He’s gone.”

My lungs don’t fill, my breath hitches.

Time stops.

Someone grabs my shoulder, pulling me away from reality

The floodgates open as I become vulnerable

Crying into the arms of an unknown



A disease that cannot be cured.

He went from lively to barely being able to carry his own sons

He became thin and pale

Lifeless

Sitting in a wheelchair

But he wasn’t afraid to die



Wearing all black, staring into the eyes of a dead man

1 wife, 3 young boys.

They don’t know what’s going on,

They just know that he’s gone  



One year later

The youngest boy leaves this earth

No one knowing how, or why.

But that he went to join his father in heaven



They say love stories always have a happy ending

Not this one.
Aravind Shanavaz Apr 2020
The Light now diminished,
Time of day turned to dusk.
Dark days ahead,
Crying by myself.

I’ve lost my sunlight,
To the moon among the stars,
She stole that light,
That made my day bright.

All is lost but darkness,
The void in my heart.
Pitch black is the core,
Where the light doesn’t shine anymore.

I deserve the light,
For years I’ve spent in darkness.
The light that gave me life,
New horizons to look upon.

Come back to me now,
Shine on me with your golden glow.
Pull me out from here,
This dark trench in life.
It's this constant feeling of want and the recurring ignorance by the people who act they dont see it. It's stolen light that i deserve.
Artem Mars Apr 2020
Standing on a pedestal
Bleeding on a stage
Colored insides for the aesthetic
Beautiful gore
Enhancing your beauty with gore
Showing other people my bones
An idea of perfection being nothing but blood and bone
I lay here and laugh
At the body, i’ve destroyed
At the skin i've hurt
And the insides i've boiled
The commercials show the ideal size
So the people that tell me
The one that I killed
The one that I saved
Whoever would stop me
From crumbling bones
And melting eyes
Limbs are falling off and getting lost
But i'm the idea of pretty
With the gore falling away
i dont know,
Marion Apr 2020
Wailing, screaming, crying
I'm tearing my hair out
Breaking, sobbing, wheezing
I'm eating too much
Wishing, hoping, pleading
I'm checking my phone
Hurting, falling, snapping

i don't know why you did what you did or why youre here now
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2020
Hard heavy rainfall
The old crying sky weeps loud
Rainbow wipes tears dry
About the rain when it's really pouring down
wilfred nyandiko Apr 2020
I cry
I laugh
Sometimes am forced to act like am okay
Even when things aren’t working my way

You refer to me as perfect
That you give me no space to cry
To me there is no chance of trying
I have to work like my life depends on it

Whenever I try to express my feelings
You say that am abnormal
You have forgotten that am human
And crying is just normal

You say that I have changed
Yeah that true
This is all because of this pain that you have inflicted in me
May be if you would have listened I would have been normal

Right now am indebted to the pain that you inflicted in me
Coz pain is like a loan
And no matter what I do I can never repay it
You’ve forgotten that am human
And crying is just normal
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