Buckets have been the only thing helping me drain my eyes that are full of tears
I almost hate the sight of running faucets
Running scared into my only closet
where the only peace I get is the darkest sleep
Years of tears drained into buckets from my eyes
almost feels like I'm never dry inside, please hold me so I can have peace of mind.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
Buckets have been the only thing helping me drain my eyes that are full of tears
I almost hate the sight of running faucets
Running scared into my only closet
where the only peace I get is the darkest sleep
Years of tears drained into buckets from my eyes
almost feels like I'm never dry inside, please hold me so I can have peace of mind.
Request permission to use this poem