Cry So Easily, Fall So Hard

Cry So Easily, Fall So Hard

a/n: inspired by the song Breathe Me by Sia. ( the song used at the very end of the finale of 6 feet under ) I am thinking of continuing this, not leaving it as a one shot… should I?

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I hate to cry in public. I hate people seeing me cry.

I want people to believe that when I cry it’s important. I don’t want people to think me weak. I don’t want people to think I’m trying to get drama through tears.

So I say, I don’t cry in public. I don’t cry easily. I don’t cry.

But who am I kidding? I cry all the time. Never sobs, never loud racking shuddering breaths. I always cry silently. And I suppose if one must cry that is the best way to go.

One lone tear sliding down your cheek, leaving a stain down your face. Then it’s gone. None the wiser less they are actually looking at you, and let’s face it, people rarely actually look at you when they are seeing you.

I cry at movies. I get sucked into the emotions. They fill me and leave me, and they take some tears with them. I cry at TV shows and i cry at books.

But people rarely make me cry. I cry for other peoples emotions, at other peoples lives put in art. The feeling that possesses you that isn\'t your own, but is so strong it feels as if it is. I don’t cry very often for myself. Why waste your tears on that?

I just found someone who can make me cry for myself and him. I wasted my tears on my own broken feelings because I care for him and I cant. I’m not allowed.

Love is a sham.

Well its not, that’s what you say when you have just lost it. When you are in love its… intoxicating, and you love it. You love that you’re in love.

I once took a quiz, one of those romance quizzes. I don’t normally believe them.

**In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You\'ll do anything for love, but you won\'t fall for it easily.**

Well it was right. But it didn’t tell me that when I found it I would fall so hard, that I wouldn’t be able to get back up.

People say that love is the one unselfish thing in this existence we call life. But its not, when we love others we want them to love us back. We need them to love us back. If love was unselfish there wouldn’t be heartbreak. We would love with no strings attached, but instead we insist that they return our feelings, how could they not?

But Draco didn’t love me back.

That’s why love is such a sham.

I don’t have it.

I actually don’t mind the feeling of almost crying. The tears building up behind your eyes, the pressure that builds and then breaks, the thickening of your throat. The almost, but not quite, painful feeling that is only tears.

And after you cry it’s nice. When you’re done you feel… simplified. You may still be depressed, and normally you are tired, but it’s over. You cried. It’s out. It’s done.


Deep Breath.


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a/n: The quiz result is from an actual quiz I took called Keys to your Heart. I also strongly suggest you find the song Breathe Me by Sia, maybe even listen to it while you read this?

Hope you liked it! : )