I’ve always cried alone.
No one but me
To dry my tears.
My heart only to be harnessed
By the one who has it…
I have no recourse…
For I know crying is wasteful.
In my soul there is and everbuilding pain,
And I wish I could shed my tears.
But no matter hwo hard I try:
I can not fall myself to cry.
For I seem to like to stay strong for myself -
So I do not cry at all
Instead of letting my body waste away…
In a river of tears,
I pour my emotions:
Onto a dry, white piece of paper.
Oh, how endlessly progressive my body now builds.
Yet I wish to destroy some strength,
Cry my loneliness away.