A little boy plays by the river,
Slips on wet rock by the stream,
He scrapes his knee.

He cries from the pain,
But his buddies laugh it away.
And he becomes a man,
Because grow men don't cry, right?

I’ve done it again.

I’ve let him take you, screaming, kicking, and crying.

Standing in the hallway I put on my armor and prepare for battle. My station - in front of your cracked bedroom door.

Even though I am scared, I am used to this. This armor has weighed on me since you were old enough to talk. I became your shield, your champion, your guard. Nobody can hurt you when I’m around.

And when I start my advance, I am hit with a dark, frantic, gaze that freezes me mid stride; sending chills down my spine, and my only way in vanishes instantly with a muted wooden slam.

I failed. I failed. I failed. I FAILED.

I really believed I could save you. That my words would actually make him stop this time. But I am small, and he is big, and scary, and violent.

And I am nothing.

you used to promise id have to be the one to leave you
whyh do i still love you
why does it hurt so bad
when you gave me back my blankie it still smelled like you
i cried all night
i cut so many times
i bled for you
i did everything you asked.
i did everything
and you left for someone else
just like you did to him
he cries over us you know
i didnt tell anyone
god i wish we had stayed together
i love you
i love you so much still
and yet i was never enough
dont ever say 'i love you' if you dont mean it.

You grew out of my eyes – wild, and wet
you held the weight of my pain;

Carrying my tears after the rain
  the white lotus after my pain’s rain.

Waves of euphoria
and waves of sadness
wash over me—
Each in its turn.
I want to sing you
my sadness,
and I want you
to share in
my euphoria.
Could the song of
my silent tears
reach your heart?
Or will they water
the greenery growing
through my dying soul?

I’ve got the ache, it tells me: “Wrong!”
And I keep thinking all day long,
Is this the way, is this the time?
Or is that what I do a crime?

The thoughts of worry burn me down.
I’m zoning out, lost track of time.
I wanna run away from town,
Escape chills going down my spine.

Once craving mind is now in ruins.
The heart can’t see, it’s blank and blind.
I guess I’m horrified of humans,
In cruel world I’m helpless child.

Cold hearted world is what I face,
It’s suffering that I embrace.
Looking for place where I belong,
It’s on the other side of storm.

To get out I have to go through,
Forget what I believed was true.
Though I won’t forget tears of pain that I cried,
I promise I’ll foster myself not to hide.

When a little boy cries, we hold him and tell him,
“it’s okay”
But when he becomes a man, we push him away,
“hey now, don’t be ga..”

Yet you’re happy to be everything to everyone, even if it
gives the impression that it benefits you the most – bend
a bone to break yourself, to prove you belong.

But if a man breaks down being honest; be honest, he has
to prove himself – that his tears really belong to his struggles,
to fully showcase everything that is so wrong, to leave an
impression on everyone.

The darkness has counted and held most of my tears, along
with my fears that one day they’ll all be revealed.