I want to cry today,
Shed my tears and let it all out,
But I fear to cry my heart out,
For fear it might flood the world,
Or the fact that Men don't cry.
I want to scream my lungs out,
So loud that the heavens scream with me,
And out scream the hellish screams,
But I fear my screams might drown,
For the sorrow I feel is far greater than any I ever knew.
Killing myself is the option I have been pondering on,
Yet I am no coward to succumb to mere emotions,
For if this is pain as large as life itself,
I need to clip off those things I need and those I don't,
Least all comes back to take a bite off of me.
Every passing minute deepens the pain I feel inside,
Penning down my grief is all I have known,
Yet paper and pen don't hurt you,
They keep all your secrets,
And be the best friend you deserve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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