I'm on the subway, sitting across from me is a girl crying. She's staring deep into space. Her eyes are red and I see tears running down her cheeks. She looks nervous, lost and sad, but isn't sobbing. She's doing her best to keep her mind off of whatever her trouble is. I hate what I'm seeing. I wish I can say or do something simple to make her face her day easier, it is the morning after all. I can't promise her everything will be alright, but maybe her day will be better and her troubles will not be as bad as she feels now.
I just hate seeing people cry, usually.
I just hate seeing people cry, usually.