I cry

The wetness of my cheek, the soarness when i speak. The stories in my tears, form the years of pain. I cry. With pain in my sighs, from the person that broke my spirit. Put out the strong and replaced it with fear. I cry. With passion in my eyes, for the people who died, I cry. Arguments and frustration, from penetration of emotion. Even the devotion doesn't help, I cry. Through all the tears, i still smile. All the foul things said, stuck the back of my head. That sound in the dark I cry. The sound in the light I sigh, the sound in the evev of the day I wine. I cry. My voice cracks with stacks of emotion, i try to put it to distortion. I cry. Suffering through chuckling, shuffling while muffling my cries. Dry my face wipe my eyes. You get the picture, I CRY!