I cried my eyes at, but youll never know.

I cry those tears that no one are allowed to see.
I am supposed to be the strong one.
The one who is supposed to comfort my little sisters.
I am the one who supposed to tell my mom its going to be okay.
The one who is supposed to act like nothing is wrong,
Well you know what?
My parents are divorcing and im crying.
And i dont want them to.
And i dont know if things are going to be okay.
Im not being strong.
Well to them,
Im being very strong.
My parnets and sisters think im okay with it.
I dont cry infront of them.
I dont talk about it.
I just do that by my self.
I cry.
And cry.
And cry some more.
I love my family.
But those thoughts of suicide are coming back up.
I cant do this.