I smile to keep from crying as I lay my head down tears that I been holding back rolls down into the palm of my hands fist full of tears and a heart that will not mend.

The tears that I cry is not always for you but for a broken heart or two, as I sit here with nothing but a memory of you my tears full up my fist and there is nothing that I can do.

I go insane, crazy sometimes, trying to keep from losing my mind, eyes wide closed and can’t see what’s in front of my face because the tears has blinded me.

My fist full of tears has away to remember me of what life is and hope it was meant to be lived so please save me from my fist full of tears and this empty place so I can't be easily erased.