Someone has told me:
“The strong ones never cry.”
That used to be a lie, cause
They’d just simply hide their faces with the eyes which are so wet with tears
from one and all…
He’d also told me:
“They could live along without kind or even love…”
That’s just because he’d never heard
these people groaning in pain,
where are no ears or gossips either…
«And everything comes easily to them
Without efforts - like by charms!”
That’s not a magic –
they’d just succeed to leave their weariness in the dark for every time;
He’d said that it’s so easy - to become so strong,
But I’m so tired of always being alone.