Do we cry to heal ourselves?
Do we cry simply to shed a tear?
Is it because we just can?
Or because we lack something that isn't here?

Do we cry for attention?
Or will we silence every sound?
With hopes of no due reflection,
Of the way in which our heart is bound?

Is it the sound of symphonies,
Or of pure pain in liquid form?
Is it truly up to us when we cry,
Or does it happen when we're far too torn?

Is it...