Seeing myself in the mirror, tears falling down,
My mascara has run leaving traces of black,
The sparkle of my tears glistens in the dim light,
Splashing softly upon the glass desktop,
I weep silently into the night, thinking,
What have i done? The amount i cry,
It fills baths, drenches the drouts,
I let one tear drip onto a sodden wound,
The aslt stings, leaving weakened blood dripping,
I want to hide, to never emerge again,
But day breaks soon, if only you knew,
I want you to see my tears and realise,
Realise that life isnt all perfect for us,
Some of us die because of such tears,
Soft, salty, clear tears lead such a way,
See my tears, or watch me die.