When I was little, I had no idea why the older kids always talked about crying.

I cried when I got hurt, or didn’t get what I wanted, but I never really cried about anything going on in my life.

That was until middle school.

All of a sudden everything changed

Life was hell

There was no escape

I shut down

And crying was the only release

for the feelings still left in me

And so now I know

People cry to let go

And maybe as kids

We all found it better to hold pain in

Than to release it

And maybe I even miss those times

Because now I have evebags

And tear marks

My face wasn’t like it once was

Pure and full of happiness

It is obvious to everyone how much I cry

And that is a curse in itself.