The only tear that slides down my cheek
Speaks for the thousands
That I only wish I could shed
It leaves my face cold
And it agitates me
It leaves a stain upon my cheek
Much like the stain
I happen to call a heart
The tear is like a ghostly caress
Only instead of helping
It intensifies my depression
It itches on my face
Like the itch upon my wrists
That only the knife
May satisfy.