I cant cry anymore.

I cant cry anymore.
Used to cry a lot.
Tears flowed.
Monetarily release.
Still the pain persisted.
Like a living hell.
Depression.
The doctors said.
Desperately I took the pills.
Pharmacological I concurred.
Each round of pills, different effects.
Seeing things in a diff perspective.
Round & round so many times.
Losing count, how many cycles.
Depression eased.
Unable to cry.
Other side effects as well.
Much less of me.
I found art or art found me.
An identity felt i acquired.
Someone once asked me?
What I was afraid of.
Going back I replied.
It happening now.
It hurts like hell.