Some tears are not worth it.

Stress and anxiety 
They run through my veins.
Silent hot tears burn my cheeks
What will tears bring you, what will you gain?

I blink a few times 
To stop the tears,
As I sink into my bed
Wanting to disappear.

I read the sticky note 
On my ceiling 
Over and over and over again.

It’s okay.
You’re fine.
Everything’s fine.

I suppose this isn’t bad,
I’m just scared
To be scolded or to make someone sad,
I’m not sure if I dare
Be honest.
But they can see my transparent lie 
I guess I’ll try anyway. 

This’ll just be a fuzzy or nonexistent 
Memory 
Someday
So it’s not worth stressing over.
It’s not worth crying over.

Some tears are not worth it.