this is to go with my most recient sumition and no im not depressed

Cry if you must its okay
The sound of a gun shot rumbles, after which not a sound, nothing at all for an eternity. As the man falls you turn for nothing but pain arrives. As you see life fade away. You turn to see the destroyer fade away into black nothingness.
As the funeral comes and goes not a tear of fear will emerge. Not a feeling of regret and remorse, not anything. For day’s on end nothing. Soon weeks go by without a word as you seem to buy into the herd of pain, the herd of sarrow. For you can not cry even thou you must. But then as your pain seems like a never ending tunnel, you see a light to end the sarrow. You learn to cry and if you must do so, you may.

Cry if you must its okay