tears

I am trying to decide if it is good or bad

That I've come to the point where I can't let the tears fall. 

They used to come all the time

Now even when I know they are there I no longer let them go. 

I wonder sometimes when I got to this place. 

I wonder why, I wonder how

Crying inside is safer maybe.

Maybe if I let the tears go you'll know

I hurt and I'm sad and I'm so weak.

I guess I would rather cry alone,

Would rather hide it all inside.

Because they are my tears

And you don't understand and don't want to anyway.