It rains diamonds somewhere,
I know it does.
Jagged edges cut my face,
dig into my cheeks.
The tears create scars,
cloudy lines
burning,
hidden with covers of laughter.
So precious,
yet they leave behind
a searing pain.
Dripping off
the ends of my eyelashes,
leaving traces
on the backs of my hands,
the tip of my nose,
blurring my vision.
Scratching off what's left
of my blush,
my happiness.