FRACTURE

When the pain becomes too much, when you can no longer bear the sorrow, you cry. You try to ease the ache, letting it flow down your cheeks as silent tears. You hope your tears will wash away all the memories that haunt you, and that with a single wipe, they’ll be gone forever.

But what happens when the pain cuts too deep, leaving scars that even tears cannot cleanse? What happens when the pain settles within you, becoming a part of who you are?

Men cry. Yes… they do. I cry almost every single day—especially when I’m at home, surrounded by my family, by the people who are close to me. It shouldn’t be this way… but it is.

The strange part is that no one ever sees my tears—they never come. No matter how desperately I try to let them fall, they refuse to touch my lashes. It’s as if even my tears have forgotten how to fall, leaving me alone with a silence too heavy to speak—it’s even worse than crying.