Tears

The bitter touch of tears,
Running down your face.
Showing your true colours,
Showing memories you can't erase.

Your tears are for the guilt,
For all the loss and pain.
Deeply sorrowful weeping,
To rid yourself of shame.

As the tears fall,
You feel so free.
Sitting there crying,
Shapeless blurs all you can see.

Your face is wet,
You look a mess.
But you're content in yourself,
What people say about you now, you couldn't care less.