Sweet Tears

Trying to force the tears out,

Months go by without a single tear,

Forced to bleed instead,

So I can cope with this life,

Slitting the Hell out of my arms,

Cutting up my stomach,

All because the tears refuse to pour.

Then I finally cried,

Those sweet tears rolling down my cheek,

The refreshing feeling it brought,

To know that I can cry again,

And not depend on the razor,

So I can try to quit the blood,

So he will be happier,

And not cut anymore,

Because he will quit for me,

So I will quit for him,

So it all works out good in the end.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

it feelz so good 2 cry agen...

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