At night I let my tears spill,
I let them trail down the small indent below my eyes dark from the lack of sleep.
the tears flow down the side of my nose so slow I know could wipe them away before they get past my nostril,
but no, I let them flow down my cheek and them land on my lips,
and I can taste the salt from the tear as the salt water goes over my chapped lips.
I feel the small salty drops drip off my face and onto my sheet covers.
I look at the water marks my tears are leaving,
but I can’t clearly see the picture in clear focus because of all the tears still waiting to break over waiting my eyes a meltdown waiting to happen.
All I can think about,
all that is crossing my mind is how weak and pathetic I am for crying tears for these stupid dumb reasons that seem so big to me.
But really what’s the point in crying when no one will care about them the reasons you are crying,
don’t matter to them no to them to society you are this strange weird thing to them you aren’t human you are something for society to look at and find all your little flaws no matter hw small the flaw society will find them and use it to tear you slowly from the inside out.
to the point you say it hurts but it is alright because you are used to the pain because at some point you will become numb to the pain.
your numbness will be how you feel about the pain because the pain will always be there,
but the numbness is helping you to see the truth of societies “light” this light is very dark and dim,
and it’s just denigrating your brain slowly.
That in the end you don’t care whether you die because at this point you know that society doesn’t care so why should you?