Cry

As he sits on the couch staring out the window he can’t help but ask why, bottle on the table with a full glass in his hand he can’t help but cry, all he wants to do is listen to the same sad song trying to contemplate where everything went wrong trying to tell himself the pain won’t last long but it hurts to bad he can’t help but feel weak, tears flowing so hard he has a puddle by his feet not knowing how to deal with a pain this deep thinking he was tough as a wolf but realized he just as soft as a sheep, he gets the revolver sick of it all so he cocks back the hammer but it’s hard to lift to his head almost like when Captain America tried to lift Thor’s hammer, he just can’t handle it he can’t believe what he’s going through, all he can do is yell as if he’s about to go Super Saiyan but no Goku, he keeps thinking Lord I shouldn’t have strayed away from you back then but I’m tired of losing I really need a win, this should show that even a man can feel pain women aren’t the only ones that can be hurt, there’s not even a comparison to who can feel worse but we are all human and man that says he has never shed a tear has lied, because I’m a man that’s not ashamed to admit in front of people or behind closed doors even I have cried