There are times, when we learnt to use our heart less. When we endure hardships and try to move on, pretend that they didn't exist while ignoring the storms inside our mind. There are times when we all have bottled up. If so, then you will understand this poem. Because one day? The bottle shall shatter, the storms shall escape. We feel nothing.

But we're crying. Not us, but our old self that bottled up those emotions, our old self that endured the pain. Those are words spoken by them while we stand still not understanding. The only thing that makes sense would be

The fact that our eyes are leaking