Human tears

My soul fills my body so much
that a single puncture
can become a rushing waterfall
thick skin is impossible
I am the thinnest of tissue paper
though a quick smile
and "I'm fine"
seem to turn me to stone
the knife just digs deeper
I travel instead to a place of hope
get angry, or try to cry
try not to feel numb
the numbness is what scares me
but tears cease to exist
when I want them to
the most human thing to do is cry