Cry it Out?

Feeling:

The Truth Always Hurts.

I choose to be shielded from the truth.
Keep it away from me. I will feel better.

Tell ourself to be strong.
But behind that brave front, how does one sees the shattered pieces inside.
who's there to piece them up.
Just when it beings to heal, it shattered again....

Are we trying so hard to hide our emotions, such that we have forgotten how to shed those tears?

I wished those tears could roll.
Maybe i will feel better.
But they refused...
Have they dried up?
Or am i already devoured of emotions.....