Crying is not an action
It's a way of life
The heart that stays awake
and hears your wails at night
The touch of a blade
Bleeding the day away
But those drops of water
on your not so white T-shirt
Are not tears

You see
Tears are not an outer body experience
They're not what you see they're what you experience
They're the hands that tie the rope around your already bruised neck
But your feet are so heavy
Its not over yet
Because your mother is right there
Begging and pleading
But she gave up
You can see in her eyes she is already grieving

So out your mouth
The last words that you bare

**I can see that you're crying
But not a single tear