It's time...to cry

I use to be annoyed by the tears that swept my cheeks.

Ashamed of my red face and how my eyes got so wet

my nose runny with snifflely noise

my face squished trying no let a word slip out

 Numbness called me and i returned to call it mine

 a  waste land with nothing to replenish

nothing to hide, no red face, no words

Fighting it for years,
 but i was dying, one storm
would be the only thing that could save

i would grow again

and find  strength of it would come

with words to say  i arose

 to find a new day.

And now i
hear the tick of the clock
 like clock work,
it calls me

 I know

It's time... to cry