Sometimes All You Can Do is Cry
Sometimes you get impressed at yourself,
For having read all those books on the shelf.
You know this and you know much of that;
You know everything except what you did bad.
There are bruises and cuts but you don't bleed,
Because that heart of yours doesn't heed.
It denies you of showing your pain;
In the end it stops you from being sane.
The incessant struck of lightning doesn't hurt;
It's what happens around you that makes you curse.
When you're delicately there in need of help,
And they still think you can manage by yourself.
I guess when you have a mighty portrait,
It's all that the world could see from your damn face.
You're indomitable image is a lie
And sometimes all you can do is cry.
Every day is a drizzle to handle;
Why is it raining when it is summer?
Are we supposed to take them all to make us stronger?
Or should we stop for awhile and not try harder?
Anyone is entitled to be human
And not come to a point when one will falter
So when you're weak and don't even want to try
Sometimes all you can do is cry.