Too Sad To Cry Novels & Stories

All this guilt and pain and torture that is building up every single time I spend time with you. I'm trying really hard to stop my tears from falling by biting my inner cheeks. I'm trying my best not to cry because that would be embarrassing. I don’t want him or anyone else to think that I am getting sympathy from him for being a single mother. But suddenly I feel my tears falling. No. Don't fall. Stop. Don't cry. Damn tears! "Hey." Hugo coos and thumbs my tears away. I pull myself away from him and wiped my own tears with the back of my hand. "Shit I'm sorry." I keep wiping my tears as I lowered my head. "You shouldn't be seeing me like this. Sorry."

And you ended up without a functioning arm for four days. You're not really helping me right now. "Screw this." I huffed and threw my phone to the ground and held my temples. I shut my eyes in order to prevent the moisture from escaping from my eyes. I cry a lot, yes. I know I'm a mess. I cry when I'm sad, when I'm angry and even when I'm frustrated, like now. The tears just naturally make their way out of my eyes. But I didn't let them fall this time.

I began walking over to the bed. “When I heard a wolf died, and it was a culprit in the situation we were trying to tackle, I thought I wouldn’t know who this person was, but it turned out I knew her.” I was already tired of crying. I didn’t really think I could do it anymore. I had cried more times this month than I have ever done in my entire life, and my eyes were already sore. I couldn’t bring myself to cry anymore, but the sadness didn’t leave. It just held me captive there, threatening to take away my joy permanently.

“Why the hell won’t the man just wake up?” My inside crumpled and a deep ache shot through my chest. Before I realized it, my vision blurred. Then it trickled down—tears hot like acid. I tried to wipe it off before John saw it, but more leaked out. John froze. “Why are you crying?” “I’m sorry.” Tears. “I’m so sorry.” More tears. John wrapped his hand over mine. “What the hell are you crying for? It’s not your fault we’re going poor.”

She asks with a tense on her face. Tears come out of my eyes, go down to my cheeks. “Baby, hey… why are you crying?” Lena gets up from her seat and stands on her knees next to me. “Hey…” She wipes my tears. I can’t help but keep crying, I’m not crying because I’m sad, I cry because I’m happy. “Baby… I’m so sorry… if you’re not ready… I got it… let’s forget it” She says as she cups my cheek. I cry like a little kid who finds her lost toy in the park.

“S—sorry, I just… I’m not like this.” He was trying to laugh away his grief as he covered his eyes, advent to the fact that he shouldn’t cry. He was trying so hard, but he can’t. He cannot hold back the tears, which come trailing on his cheeks, they keep pouring as his shoulder shook, and he convulse in front of the Cathedral.

AMBROSE I know myself and I know for a fact that I don’t cry, not because crying is for the weak but because I like to think that I’m tough enough and that I can take a lot of things without resulting to a pitiful break down. However, after how everything had piled up unexpectedly, tonight’s going to be a whole different story for me. Tears just began cascading down on my cheeks giving me this notion that I’ve reached my limit. I don’t even know I have a limit in the first place, but tonight was a ballooning testament that I can only take certain things at once.

"I want to know the real Kaia—the one no one else sees." I twirl my plastic spoon through the vanilla ice cream, thinking. There are so many secrets I carry, so many pieces of myself I keep hidden. But one truth feels safe enough to share. "I never really cry." Lewis frowns. "What do you mean?" "I get sad easily," I explain, looking down at my ice cream. "But before the tears ever fall, I always feel a little better. I wipe them away and move on. It's like my body won't let me break down completely."

" I gave him a squeeze on the shoulder as he shed a few tears. "I'm sorry. I have never talked about it till now. I know its weak of me to be crying." "You know man, crying does not make you weak at all. And after what you've been through its only normal to cry once in a while." "Pfft! Please, did you not have a father who would cuss at you for crying?" "But that's where a lot of parents go wrong. Crying is human nature, and some people cry more than others. Not because they're weak but because of who they are. Crying is a way to let out negative emotions."

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.