crying and rain #

tears fall, and i don’t know why.
they’re just there, like a weight inside me
i can’t place.
nothing’s wrong, yet everything feels
like it’s slipping away.

society talks about acceptance,
but there’s always judgment
in the background,
waiting to pounce.
why is it that crying feels like
breaking some unspoken rule?
like i have to justify
the pain i can’t even explain.

i sit here, watching the rain,
feeling the emptiness
grow inside me,
and i wonder why these tears
keep coming when nothing’s wrong.

is it me?
am i falling apart?
i feel trapped in this sadness,
without a real reason.
no tragedy, no event,
just the heavy weight
that presses down on my chest.

i keep writing,
trying to make sense of it all,
but the more i write,
the more i wonder if this
is just me being pathetic.
am i overacting?
making too much of nothing?
but it doesn’t feel like nothing.

i hide,
retreating into myself,
far away from the noise of others,
from the pressure of exams,
of life,
of expectations.
there’s no relief in the crowd,
no comfort there.

just the tears,
the sadness,
the quiet desperation
i can’t shake off.

but somewhere, in this mess,
i hold on,
hoping for something—
anything
to make it stop,
to bring me back to myself.
because right now,
i’m just lost in the dark.