Today, was meaningful. Class chapel was good, wasn't surprise that it was emotional. I was actually quite glad that people could open up with the class. Its good, their brave. What's there to hide? We're one class, its probably going to be the last time we'll see each other anyways. Today i realised that people might not be always smiling and all, they might be in pain, you don't know it. Its always good to extend a hand to the people around us, for all you know, it might have been the best thing that happened to them.



"A sign of weakness, the way that your lips tremble
Before a tear rolls down your cheek
Leaving behind a trace of the hurt you felt.

You're wearing your heart on your sleeve
You must be stronger than just curling up into a ball
In the corner of your room and letting the pain overthrow your serenity.

These things I tell myself before I succumb to the
Blissful release of tears and their salty taste on
My dried out, colorless lips.

You must be stronger
You're bold, beautiful, better than this
Choke it back, don't show them how much they hurt you.

The small voice in my head slowly grows louder
Letting me control myself, stopping the wetness in
It's tracks.

I do not cry.
No, I lied.
I cry, so much.

It's nothing wrong to tear for awhile
tilt my head to the side;
let it drop
drip drop
tear drop
falling
fall

I cry."

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