What are this tears
running down my face
doing?
Who let them escape?
Who let them exist?
What is their point?
Their salt only sours my soul
And their warm mocks,
To the cold of my heart.
Who said tears
could do you well?
What's the good
In feeling so small?
It feels like I'm melting
I'm so sick of it
Who would've thought
You would do me so wrong?