Sep 15, 2025
Ugly Cry
A sound. A scent. A flicker. A lookâ
Each one a trigger. Like a lyric that lingers, or a line in a book.
Do I feel too much? Am I out of touchâ with reality?
Or is it because I see what others donât? Because they canâtâ because they wonât.
You live in darkness. I dwell in the light. The view between us burns my eyes.
I donât turn away. I swallow your sorrow. I eat your shame.
You fear the fire but feed the flame. You ache for freedom but stay the same.
Now itâs time toâ Stare down the pain. Breathe in the horror. Embrace the stains.
Open your eyes. Say goodbye. Let it out.
UGLY CRY.
