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I hate the darkness that creeps inside scurrying around like scared mice trying to find a place to hide. Hate it, there's no where to place it. There no where to hide it. You can't share it. You have to keep it. You shall not share, what will they do with it. Feel bad, try to tell you it's ok rest your head, or it's not that bad, or my personal favorite their empathy feels like pity to me as they say you can lean on me, lean into me why would you want to feel the way I bleed beneath the scene here today gone tomorrow push it aside smile walk with stride just keep pushing reaching, forget that that awful feeling still resides. Girl you will forget,... until you cry next. Crying feels awful I hate it so much. sorrow, self pitty, weakness, shame. I hate it the consuming feeling of worthlessness that comes in the form of tears, if crying is a form or stress relief and a sign of strength, why dint I feel it.