Tears.

We all have them. They never leave us. It's like an unwanted friend, there. Talking to you. Annoying you. It's like a friend that you care about, but only sometimes. You only care about them when you are too happy. You have to hope that they won't drop you down that cliff that will kill you at the bottom. And fool you along the way. Anger. Depression. Annoyed. Bored. Laziness. Happy. Excited. Enjoyment. Love.

 

Love is the one that fucking pisses you about. When you truly love someone, and they suddenly let you down. You feel like shit. You feel like the world is crashing down. You don't know what to do. You want to cry your eyes out. You don't know what to do. Everything becomes more confusing. Then you start noticing things. Noticing the things that you start to make bad. Like avoiding. You start to think they want to avoid you. Deliberately ignoring you. But then you keep thinking, and you are going silly. You know they aren't but. Then when you do talk to them. Its one words. And you don't know what to do. That silent tear rolls down your cheek. Then that silent tear turns into many silent tears. And there you are sitting in front of the screen. Silently crying. Over someone you love. Love makes you feel so high. But so low. You want that person to be around you all the time but then again you don't because you will soon come to the stage where you don't want to. Then it all falls apart because the other one notices. You get jealous over everything. When you need someone, that someone is there. But what if they are not. What do you do? Cry? To sleep? Maybe you need someone to say something to. But then again, do you want to keep it to yourself until you can tell them? Maybe you should just cry. Let another silent tear crawl down that beautiful cheek of yours. But when love makes you feel like heaven. You can't explain it. You can't help but notice you smiling. Feeling good about you. Words really can't explain it.

Depression. What can anyone do? No-one can help you. Not even pills. Drink. Or drugs. You're stuck. In a box of loneliness. You cut yourself out of your circle of friends. Everything that happens, even if it's good, you find a bad note in the rhythm. You turn to your pillow. And cry. You look at everyone around you. They look so happy. They have their friends to guide them. Everyone is having fun. And you can't help but see their smiles fill up the world. Some have lovers. Some have their family. You smile at their good fortune and happiness. Then. You look at the seat beside you. Both sides. There is no-one there. No-one to be your friend. No-one to help you when you need it. No-one to love you. No-one care for you. No-one to make you smile. To make you laugh. And there it is. Depression. The sadness fills you up. You're in that room. That blank room. The room where you're by yourself. No matter how much you cry, that room will not give in to give you a hug. You have no-one. Well so you think. Your best friend; is that tear. That tear that runs over your skin. That's. Your best friend.

Happiness cannot be explained. There is nothing you can say. Nothing at all. You can only explain your happiness. And you can only explain it in your head. When you want to explain, your mind goes blank.

Even happiness can make you cry.