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by Ms Joanna Dark Jul 7, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Though the tears you see, Seem real to you, I have to admit, They're far from true. They fall from my eyes, For no reason at all. I can't even explain, Why it is that they fall. My tears are all hollow, Each filled with plain air. I try to erase them, Before you see and stare. I used to cry rivers, My tears were pure and true. But something inside changed, Now you see the tears falling before you. I'm trying to explain, What I really don't know. I can't help the fact, That these empty tears show.