Sometimes I cry, Occasionally, in the quiet Darkness of the night, It makes me a human again, A weird sense of life and pain, I like the warmth of my tears, The time I know my fears, Which run across my face, The laboured, deep pace, Monotonous pattern of my breath, Wasted away on a death, I like the burning in my eyes, A tedious mind that tries, To delightfully express, All that it had to suppress. Sometimes I cry, Just because I can’t smile anymore.
Our men are slowly drowning in their tears. Labelled weak cos they express their fears. Father said I wasn’t man enough and told me to act tough cos I cried when I touched her cold body Regardless of the situation
Sometimes the glass in the dishwasher breaks. Sometimes the heart though unbroken aches. Sometimes the wound is not healed by time. Sometimes punishment does not fit the crime. Sometimes it’s darker even after the dawn. Sometimes the queen is beat
I have finally come to the spot Where the rubber meets the road. Where you open your eyes But cannot see. Any farther than the grave. Many years of struggle and pain. A story with a beginning, A miserable middle,