
On weeknights , I tell myself I’m not allowed to cry . Because crying myself to sleep means waking up with swollen eyes . Swollen eyes means curious friends . Curious friends means explaining everything . Explaining everything means remembering the pain . I’d rather just keep to myself and pretend nothing is wrong . I’d rather say “I’m fine, and you ?” instead of telling the truth . I’m a burden to everyone . Crying only makes it worse .