I am sad. I feel bad.
I am lonely. I am full of worry.
Seems like I’m getting out of my mind.
Would it have been better if I was blind?
I am troubled. I have problems all bundled.
I want to give them away.
But no one will accept them.
So I cry.
Crying releases my stress.
To some, crying may symbolize weakness.
But, I want to cry.
I want to cry my heart out.
You don’t know what “crying” is all about.
I want to cry. So, let me be.