every teardrop is..

The truth is..

we walk away to see who will follow, we hide because we want to be found

we cry to see who will wipe away the tears and we let our hearts to get broken to see

who will fix them..



on the verge of crying..

I've been holding back tears for the past few day, telling my self that I'm not gonna cry over you. Back I can feel it. ugh.. I feel so damn weak. I just can't hold it in anymore, I can't keep acting like I'm okay when I'm not, I just can't..

with a smile..

A smile get me through the day. I smile even when I'm sad. I smile even when I'm mad. I smile and smile and amile. And smile..

And then I go home. And there my true feeling lie. I cry. And cry. And cry.

And when I go out, I dab those tears away and smile.

Can't you see it in my eyes?

I hate it..

when you're trying to be a better person but no one seems to even care. when they laught at you like you shouldn't even bother trying. i hate it when the tears come rolling down your face because it seems that they'd like you better if you just gave up and stopped felling.

bit your fears down. go on.