Cold.
Wet.
I run my fingers through
my tears.
Not for my sake.
Not for fear of my terrible
fate.
The pain will not cease.
I live with this...
this numbness inside.
I yearn.
Yearn, not to feel.
Forever.
I weep,
but not for myself.
I weep
Because the tears build up.
I cannot carry on.
No matter how hard
I try.
I can't. I won't.
I will not give in
but at times I must give up.
Not because I am weak.
Because I must.
I won't fight.
And I won't make
peace.
At times I try.
But all I want to truly
do is crawl away.
Or proudly march
afar.
I cannot do either.
And that is when
I feel my tears.
Cold
