One day your tear are not enough. Life is unfair and really, really tough. There is no one to turn to, there is no one to tell. Life becomes meaning less, a real living He**. Your once happy life has burned to ash. People turn you down and make you feel like trash. You feel unwanted, no one will ever care, who gives if you die? Maybe that is what you are made for, maybe some one will cry.
When you go home you have tears in your eyes. God is lazy in your life, he never even tries. You have an idea to make it seem better, to let the suffering drain. You decide to cut your wrists, make pain equal with pain. You know it's not right, but it helps so much to see those blood red tears flow. Cause those blood red tears are the only way you know. Am I dead, alive, or just in pain. Because this life is driving me insane. Yet as each droop hits the drain, you know that there is no way to gain. no way to gain back the laughter that has left your sole. To gain back the life that once filled the bowl. To gain back the smile that visited always. There are no more hands when you fall and need help in the hallways. You know that you have changed who you will always be. But somehow you're OK with that, they will soon see.
You start to wear the color black. And they start to make fun of what you lack. You don't care though cause you have found where you fit. You were made to be different every little bit. But you never knew what life had in store for you. But the day would come when those blood red tears would return. And the people that care for you will be the shoulder that you cry on. For friends love you, and unlike some, they stay true!
