Crying

I used to hate crying.  I hated the way it burned my cheeks.  I hated the way I couldn't control it.  I thought it was a sign of weakness.  But as I've grown I have seen some of the strongest people I know cry.  I find crying almost a release.  A constant companion of late.  I almost do it on purpose now.  Some people cut, I cry. It is a sweet a release,  when no one is looking a small warm drop falling off my cheek feels nice and comforting.  It doesn't make you weak it makes you strong. 

With much love, 

Lil Red