Cry

Why can’t I cry? My eyes are stained with painful images, my memory is poisoned. I want my emotions to drain from me like a river, why can’t I cry?

A shattered soul and a dying heart hide behind a stoic face. People come and people go, none know the pain that hides inside. I try to scream for all to hear, but the words make no sound.

Ropes pulled tight, graves dug deep. Tombstones tell more then I ever could. Since they’ve died, I haven’t cried.