Sometimes it feels good to cry.
Long, warm, salty tears that
Drip down slowly from each eye
One by one.
Eyes closed, mascara smearing
Down my cheeks like a dark shadow.
When I sit in the dark, silently weeping,
I am not angry, I am not bitter.
I am just alone- me and my tears.
No one will ever know of these nights
I spend huddling over sorrows unknown
To even me,
Because somehow, it seems better
To keep the tears a secret.
And somehow, the tears comfort me
More than any human ever could.
D. Leizman
Long, warm, salty tears that
Drip down slowly from each eye
One by one.
Eyes closed, mascara smearing
Down my cheeks like a dark shadow.
When I sit in the dark, silently weeping,
I am not angry, I am not bitter.
I am just alone- me and my tears.
No one will ever know of these nights
I spend huddling over sorrows unknown
To even me,
Because somehow, it seems better
To keep the tears a secret.
And somehow, the tears comfort me
More than any human ever could.
D. Leizman