It breaks my heart to see you cry from being hurt, so I made a promise to myself that the only tears that will roll down on those rosy cheeks of yours will be tears of joy.

Rain falls, because the clouds can no longer handle it’s weight just like tears fall, because the heart cannot handle the pain.

I can wipe the tears in my eyes but I can’t wipe the pain in my heart.

You don’t know pain until you’re staring at yourself in the mirror with tears are running down your face, begging yourself to just let go and be strong.

It’s hard to keep on smiling when you are hurting so much that you didn’t realize tears are already flowing despite your efforts to smile.

I don’t know what hurts more, the tears I cried or the fake smiles.

When I am not talking, it means that I am feeling so much pain and talking might burst into tears so I just kept quiet.

These tears I shed are tears of grief, of sadness, of the things that could have been.