Falling tears
Thoughts racing
What do I want to think?
I don't think at this point
I don't remember how
All that is running through my head is a spider web of thought
I look into the mirror
Tears still falling
My makeup is running
Now I have black, clod tears
I try to calm myself
Bit I don't remember how
I try to talk to a friend
But I can't
I can only cry
Black, cold tears.
