They ask me if I can still cry,
As if the tears have said goodbye.
As if my heart no longer aches,
As if the pain just fades and breaks.
If only they knew the weight I bear,
The quiet grief, the silent care.
The tears are hidden, deep inside,
A storm I keep locked, I try to hide.
They don't see the nights I fight to sleep,
The parts of me I've learned to keep.
The way my heart still aches for peace,
Yet the tears don't come, they just cease.
They ask me if I can still cry,
But they don't know how hard I try
To keep it all locked in my chest,
To face the world and do my best.
If only they knew, the truth I hold,
The stories buried, still untold.
I can cry, though it's not always seen,
For the pain runs deeper than it's ever been.
But I carry on, I carry strong,
Even when the tears don't come along.
And if they ask, I'll just reply,
"I still can, though you don't know why."