Every night i come home,
once again there are tears,
i cry on the phone,
i cry in bed,
i cry as I\'m writing
these painful poems,
I\'m afraid of the day,
i will lose everything,
afraid of the day he will hate me,
i wish i could take the many pills,
but i remember,
the dream,
the dream that told me to stay strong,
the dream that keeps me going,
last night i realized,
i would cry tears no more,
I\'m running out of things to say as the last tears drip down my face,
as i begin to heal,
with the help of love,
friendship,
and courage,
the last tears are lost forever
and my thoughts regain the faith that was there when it all started,
day by terrible day,
the faith crept away but
now i am tired
or crying or screaming,
so once more i say...
goodbye to the last tears.
