Each tear holds a story I never got to tell
I cry because I care too much for people who care too little
Crying cleanses the soul in ways words never could
Sometimes, the tears come out before the words
I cry when no one’s looking because I’m tired of pretending
I pretend I’m fine. My pillow knows I’m notI pretend I’m fine. My pillow knows I’m not
Not every tear is about sadness—some are just exhaustion
I cry, not for what happened, but for what I hoped for
Real pain doesn’t always show—but it always cries
A single tear says what a thousand words can’t
I cried until there was nothing left but emptiness
These tears are memories falling from my eyes
Crying doesn’t make me weak—it makes me human
I wipe my tears but can’t erase the ache
Some nights, crying is the only prayer I know
Smiles hide my scars, but tears expose my soul
Even in silence, my tears screamed your name
My eyes hide oceans my heart can’t explain
I cried behind closed doors just to appear strong outside
Sometimes I wish someone could hear what my tears are trying to say
