I will no longer cry of bruised scars that others gave.
My letters will take my pain away and hide it in a cave.
I will no longer wail my eyes with streams of heartache, resentment, pity, unselfishness, and pain.
Instead I will let my poems and words shed my tears of life and shame.
I will not cry because of my sensitivity to the world and its flaws.
I will not let my tears stream down my face to the bone of my jaws.
I will no longer cry all night long until my body is sore.
I will no longer cry when others leave me and walk out the door.
I will not cry for the life I wish I had.
I will not cry from mourning and wanting to be with my Dad.
I will no longer cry for stupid reasons or no reason at all.
I will not cry with my head low, I shall walk tall.
I shall not let my painful rain in writing this poem fall.
I will no longer cry because of my fear of being alone.
I will no longer shed the tears of a broken soul.
I will not shed tears, for my heart is made of gold.
I will no longer cry for goodbyes untold.
I will no longer cry for lies already sold.
I will no long cry, I've said these words before.
I will not cry; I will be a crybaby no more.
