Im crying
Everyones sees
Im in the kitchen
Knife in hand
Clouds of dust surround me
I can smell the scent of musty wood.
I can feel the wind tickle my cheek.
Im crying
Yep.
Tears strong enough to drop the new years ball.
I have a gift
Something that should lift me.
But it wont
Because im so far down.
People come into the kitchen to ask Whats wrong.
**I'll blame it on the onions