No Place to Cry

Where do you go to cry? Have you a place? Do not think that because you gave it up long ago you are done with it. Your ulcers – your pain and grief – rip through you mercilessly for this reason.

You are tortured by no place to cry, which squeezes the last breath out of you until you are collapsed to nothing.

Cry! Cry! Cry! And blast your way out. Your heart is already shattered in a million pieces. It’s pure evil not to cry when your heart is broken. Stop killing your soul.

Oh little child left stranded deep within. How could I not cry at the sight of you … you with no where to turn … with no place to cry … your sadness frozen by lies long ago.

You must find that safe place to cry and no longer swim against the current of your tears.