Brokenheart

I see misty eyes in front of me
the tears spill down the cheeks
I try to stop them,
but I fail
I try to quell them,
but to no avail
Then I realize
who is crying
I look into the mirror
and the person is me
I am crying
my soul is dying
I am withering away
I am withering away to nothing but tears
that fall from no eyes
to tears that fall down no cheeks
but to tears that fall onto a
broken heart