The Tears of a man's broken heart

The Tears of a man's broken heart

They say real men don't cry,

Wrong, real men cry and thats a fact,

We show our strength by holding it together in the front,

Enough for us to suffer in silence later as it slip out the back,

God gave us tears to use just like the women do,

So if my pain is that deep imma let it do what it do,

To cry in this world is considered weakness in itself,

Society wont touch u cause it's been frowned upon to  help,

Got meds but they wont numb it,

I wanna speed car wont gun it,

Got the gun but my hands wont touch it ,

Suicidal thoughts, my mental wont say *** it,

So you damn right imma let these tears fly,

Because real men can regain strength after them tears reside.

The dark Path i walk alone

Winds blow subtly through these woods,

Trees burn of a pain not understood,

In a rheumatic sky, I dance to the surrounding peace,

Leaves fall through the atmosphere as I enjoy this distracting peace,

I continue forward to embrace my calling for which is fate,

I come to these woods where my pain and I would be safe,

As the colors of the leaves surround me visually and physically,

The crisp smell of lavender prepares my mind and body individually,

Time slows as I march forward with peace filled within,

As the sun draws to a close,

My pain is arisen, and ready to begin my descend,

Fog engulfs my path on this road of forbidden peace,

It welcomes death, anger and sadness to come take a seat,

But this is the journey I must face to find peace in my home,

The path between light and dark is a cold one,

It is a task that only I and my mind have burdened alone