Sadness gripped my heart with iron fists
Sucking the air out of my lungs with ease
Seems so the whole wide world is against me with disgust
Tears roll as I weep and weep without cease
Those days when I was small and dread
tears flowed easy, but were short lived and many to pity
As I grew up, my emotions bred
Sobs switched to a calm cry and it seemed the pain would last for eternity
100 bullets, and I would dodge from an enemy
An single unfriendly feather from my closed ones, bleeds me badly
Am i that unworthy, to be not cared about; tell me
My eyes dry up, no more to cry; sadly
The greatness grief is not in crying in itself
But in making someone cry
Therefore I shall keep crying to myself
But will never ever make my dears cry