Impossible

Something has happened,

It’s nothing good.

I want to tell it,

But its impossible.

I'll just end up crying like I always do,

Breaking down.

Because, I know I won’t be able to tell it the way it exactly is.

Because, I know tears would fall.

It’s Impossible --

They see it,

The cuts and the red eyes.

It is my way of coping.

It is my way of being a strong woman.

That is because I know that I would be able to stand right back up.

Just let it go --