Cry me a river
I'm in pain. Such pain where you know you want to cry and you're breaking from the inside, but nothing comes out. You try to think of every wrong that you did and every heart that you've broken and it pains you physically, but there are no tears.
You think of that person who suffers through your action, the person whose trust you broke, but all you feel is hatred.
Hatred for the person you are and for the things you have done.
Everything you did leaves a hole in your soul and a pinch in your chest and you still don't cry.
You don't cry because your tears no longer mean anything, your regrets are your own and your realization came too late.
I'm in so much pain that I would give anything to cry.
Because cry, I will, but on my own.
All I need, is a heart to break.