Tears come from a place of hopelessness
It is the reason we
Can’ t let anyone see us cry, we
Don’t want anyone to know that
We’re hopeless…that we feel….
I don’t know how to burry my pain,
Don’t know how to mask it with substances or
Make it go away.
So I cry,
I go through the storm
Hoping to come out to the other side, somehow
Happy or free
Free from my reality.
I know why I cry, I don’t know why I sing.
Life is hard, too hard to go on living
Someone once said dying is easy, living
Is hard. I don’t know. So,
I go on with the regard,
that my façade
Until I reach a state of happiness or complacence
Where I can cry from a smile
knowing all the while
That I was meant to be here.
In this place,
My point of grace
( Written March 26, 2011 at 1:31pm)