There’s something about crying....
Something about it that makes you feel so sad and happy afterwards.
Crying is like a sweet pain.
After so many tears held in; finally release
Cries can come in pairs.
He holds her, she holds him.
They cry.
They cry about pain.
They cry about loss.
They cry about the baby that was never born.
They cry about the baby they couldn’t even make.


She holds him, he cries.
Something about a mother’s arms, seems to make everything better.
The voices.
The voices of the people who bully, start to get to him.
It’s overwhelming.
He can’t take it anymore.
He pulls at his hair
He punches the wall
The voices
The voices still echo in his head
He covers his face and falls to his knees
Tears start to drip.
His mother rushes to him.
Her arms wrap around her son protectively.
Trying as much as she can to shield him from the wickedness of the world.
Whats wrong? She asks
The only words that came out of his mouth were...
Why me? What did I do wrong? Why? Why.
And with those words he cries.


They cry, they cry together.
Sisters trying to escape.
Trying to escape the screams.
Horrifying shrieks.
The threats.
And it’s not like they can find peace at home.
If you can even call it a home.
Their “home” is what causes the tears.
Their “home” is what causes the pain.
The comfort of each other is all they have as an escape, an escape from that hell they called home.
So together.
In a secret room, that their parents didn’t know about.
They cry.
They hold each other
Because eachother is all they had.


He holds her, she cries.
He looks at his mother.
Sprawled across the floor.
Wasted tears on a man who left.
She holds onto him.
Clings onto his shirt
While the tears that fall from her eyes, his shirt becomes damp.
She broke her promise.
She never wanted to let her son see her cry.
He looked at her with such sorrowful eyes.
Anger flared inside of him.
Hate filled him.
He hated the man, who caused this.
One day.
One day he would show that man how much he hated him…
But right now.
Now he needed to comfort the women who confronted him.


Crying can also be done alone.
He cries.
He cries of loss.
The loss of the only person who's ever cared about him.
What makes the whole situation worse...
It was all his fault.
He was the one who told his brother,
One more drink. One more!
And he was the one who told him to drive.
His poor brother wasn't thinking.
He wasn't thinking about his worried wife at home.
He wasn’t thinking about his three kids who were anticipating his arrival.
They both weren't thinking.
Now his brother is sitting at his grave.
Watching his sister-in-law and three nephews walking away fromt the cemetery crying.
He sits alone.
A tear slips down his face.
“I’m sorry.” he whispers.
“I’m so sorry.”
And with that.
He throws his beer bottle at a wall, and screams.


She cries.
She made it.
Her dad buried, her abusive mom gone.
But she still made it.
She walks onto the stage, and is handed her diploma.
Her eyes watered up, and her heart pounding.
After a night of celebration, she walks to the grave.
“I did it dad.
I did it for us.”


Us humans cry.
We cry for joy.
We cry for pain.
We cry for anger.
We cry for sadness.
Us. humans. cry.
Such a wonderful pain, that links us all together.
The Beauty of Pain.