Why do silent tears seem to hurt the most?
Tiny, bitter droplets encapsulating my pain
Purging the brokeness of my heart, ooozing with hate
Beckoning me to wake up and smell the coffee
Hey you, over there! The face of my pain.
Why do you have such a hold on me?
You won’t let go, yet I don’t want you
This is why I cry on the inside
Where you won’t have the pleasure
Of seeing this treasure looted for a prize
Stop trying to take away my cry! It’s mine!
You will never know that I am broken, wait…
Don’t you get it? I’m only human. I hurt, too!
I’m not your verbal punching bag. Stop throwing blows!
“Suck it up! Stop being a victim! Real women don’t cry!”
“Get over it! Move on! Keep it moving!”
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Can’t you see my pain! Its written all over my face
If only, you would take the time to look
I’m dying on the inside yet, no one knows
I don’t want to hear your stupid and insensitive advice
That’s why I cry on the inside, in perfect silence
Yet, secretly praying that my tears are heard in the spirit
Even though its seems that are not
Maybe that’s why silent tears seem to hurt the most
Hmmmmm…
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Wow! These are strong feelings put into words.
WOW!!! That was awesome. Understood every word!!! It was like we had a conversation & you wrote it down, sniff, sniff. Silent Tears!!!
I needed this, I am crying the silent tears and they often store up and I just become so overwhelmed by the hurt and lonliness that it’s just too much.
Being a “strong black woman” on the outside and a scared little kitty on the inside.
I love this piece! Well, you know my story, so I’m sure you understand why this touches me!! Glad someone hears my heart (even when my lips speak no words!). You have an extraordinary gift. God is going to bless you in even more extraordinary ways, simple because you are using your gift to bless others!!
I don’t want to say that was beautiful. But it was you know. Beautiful is shooting stars and full moons. But Silent Tears was was absolutely beautiful, the way you expressed humanity of woman in this piece. We don’t have any choice but to cry on the inside, we are afraid of letting it out, of venting out loud, of being thought of as weak. I want to scream too. Thanks for sharing!