I cry quietly
I do so silently
I hardly ever do so anymore
I don't even know who to cry for
I am tired and my strength is faded
for holding all these tears in like spades
I hate what the world has done
How it has fun
People love my tears and pain
And I cannot shed them without negative gain
Can I cry at home
Or in the sea of foam?
No, I can not cry
Nor can I fly
But I do try
So here I sit
not so fit
And for the first time in years
I can finally shed my tears