The only tear that slides down my cheek
Speaks for the thousands
That I only wish I could shed
It leaves my face cold
And it agitates me
It leaves a stain upon my cheek
Much like the stain
I happen to call a heart
The tear is like a ghostly caress
Only instead of helping
It intensifies my depression
It itches on my face
Like the itch upon my wrists
That only the knife
May satisfy.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
The only tear that slides down my cheek
Speaks for the thousands
That I only wish I could shed
It leaves my face cold
And it agitates me
It leaves a stain upon my cheek
Much like the stain
I happen to call a heart
The tear is like a ghostly caress
Only instead of helping
It intensifies my depression
It itches on my face
Like the itch upon my wrists
That only the knife
May satisfy.