as i cry
the tears no longer run down my face.
when im sad
my hurt is buryied inside
i no longer try
to let go of my anger
the hurt to much to bear
my eyes to tired for another days sorrow
one of the things that make us human
i no longer control
it is a sin not to be able to cry but ive too much sadness
i can not do so no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.