I dont remember always being a person that cries a lot
I remember only crying when I was alone, and I still prefer to do it that way
So no one can see me being weak
But now when I'm inevitably sad I can't help letting it all out
My eyes burn after the third time I cried today, they burn as if I have been staring at the sun for hours and hours,
My green eyes are just too watered with my salty tears, like a flower dies when too much water falls to the earth
It's like my face and mind and body is thirsty for me to bear the pain on them
Crying is  emotionally painful, gross and embarrassing
Like wetting your pants
But it feels so good after letting it out
Like wetting your pants
I'm like a child, I'm like a flower
Weak, frail, sensitive
I must cry, I must water myself