I feel cold, even when the sun shines,
My body shivers, my heart feels distant,
But my warm tears remind me I’m alive,
A small comfort in the emptiness.

I feel judged, watched by eyes that don’t care,
Their words cut, even when they don’t speak,
But my tears don’t judge me,
They fall quietly, knowing my pain.

I feel like I don’t belong,
Surrounded, but always alone,
Like I’m speaking a language no one understands,
But my tears listen, flowing softly.

I feel weak, tired of pretending,
Exhausted by the weight I carry,
But my warm tears are honest,
They tell the truth I hide.

I feel sick, something heavy inside,
A darkness that drains my strength,
My tears grow cold, losing their warmth,
Reflecting the chill within me.

I feel left behind,
People move on, their lives continue,
I stay stuck, watching them go,
But my cold tears stay with me, loyal in my loneliness.

I feel dead inside,
Empty, numb, nothing left to give,
My tears are dried, no more warmth, no more cold,
Just the silent marks they left behind.