Do I have no tear ducts?
No, theyre still here.
Theyve just run dry,
From the constant sobbing.
Draining my face to a milky white.
Swollen eyes, nose, lips.
Red and puffy, beauty at its best.
Trembling, spastic breathing.
He said its for the best.
Mysterious reasons,
Death of all seasons.
No matter what I do,
The sun will still rise.
Another day will begin.
As I act as if this doesnt,
Kill me like it does.
No matter what I think,
No matter what Im told.
Im blinded.
Building walls, blockades of lies.
its all a charade, and Im the star.
Behind these walls lies a rose.
A pitiful rose.
Wilting away,
Dying a slow death.
You watch patiently,
As she dies,
Petal by petal.
