The wells run dry.

It's so hard for me,
To try and shed a tear,
For myself.

I have forgotten how to cry.
My eyes run dry,
My throat clenched.

When I see you cry,
I wish I could cry with you,
But alas I have spent all my tears.

All I can do,
Is dry your tears,
And embrace your shaking soul.

Sometimes,
A rain would come,
But only a single tear would roll.

I want to cry.
To feel,
The gates open.

I want to breathe the scents of Mother,
After letting my tears,
Water the grass.

I want to hold the sight of Father,
After letting go,
All of my stress.

I want to cry,
Because I can't tell you,
What I want to express.

I'm sorry.
I love you.
Thats what I can't express.

That is why I want to cry.
That is why,
My wells run dry.