I am on a poetry streak. This is another Delphine poem. The person speaking is I Do from I Do, I Don't.
Cry When You Are Sad
What is wrong, my dear?
Are you unhappy or are you pretending?
Are you satisfied or is there a hole?
Are you secure or are you unsure?
Are you alive or are you dead?
Ah, I see.
You are in hiding.
Hiding from yourself.
Hiding from him.
You are unhappy.
You are afraid.
You are truly unhappy.
But you are afraid.
Pretending to love yourself.
When you drown yourself with hate.
Afraid to let your loving side through.
Afraid of what they'll think.
Afraid of him being worried about you.
Afraid of him hating you.
You are constantly pushing yourself.
Trying to love yourself.
And you cannot.
There is a hole.
A hole in your heart.
Deprived of love that is pure.
The hole is filled with fear.
You want to feel secure.
But you are unsure of how to go about it.
You are numb.
Hopelessly tearing from place to place.
Finding somewhere to stop, but only for a while.
You have your vital signs.
Yes, physically you are alive.
But do you live inside?
Or are you just roaming around your environment?
You are dead.
Rather, the old you is dead.
Your soul is dead.
I know you.
I know you love him.
I know you hate yourself.
So cry when you are sad.
Drown the world, my dear Delphine.
Fin.
Fin.