I cry mainly for the suffering this world inflicts upon all. For the pain I do not feel, but will forever be felt in so many hearts. For the wounds so deeply cut in the bodies and souls of friends and strangers alike. I cry for the poor choices made by those around me. I cry for the love that many will never know. For the beauty that many will never see. For the music they will never hear, and the laughter they will never feel. I cry for the struggles of those I love most. I cry for the struggles of those I do not know. And I cry, in part, for myself. For my frustrations and disappointments. For my weaknesses and mistakes.
But with all my tears, not a drop can make a difference. My sorrow joins the world’s in a river of misery that floods hearts and lives. The tears flow swiftly toward the horizon through the night with nothing but a dreary end ahead.
