No sobbing no wine,
Just tears inside my head,
My depression has spead,
As I lay here with tears that are dead,
Pretending my tears descending,
Imagining how they would feel,
Upon my face if they were real,
How I would let go and let them spill,
Crying because my tears are gone,
When did I forget how to cry,
Every night I give it another try,
And they never find my cheek but why?
I never thought I'd miss my tears,
Even their memories would do,
I envy the tears shed by all of you,
Letting all your sorrows seep through,
If only I could remember how my tears felt too.
©justin_ur
J