Dry my years have become
There is no tears only dust
The ability to cry has been lost
Lost because of my demons
The very thought of showing sadness
Fills my head with darkened thoughts
It would hurt far to much to force myself
Force tears down cheeks of weakness
Breaking down is the last thing i would like to see
Burn it would, to allow tears to fall
My cries would reach out to no one
Better off continuing to pretend being free
No longer in me is a place for tears
The tears that were shed are long gone
For once i see clearly
And to start the river of tears would be foolish after all these years
