All my tears have been used up,
Though the words are still there.
Search for them inside,
You\'ll find hundreds of each pair.
All the feelings are gone,
But even emptiness can be described
All the echoes upon,
That haunt my mind alive.
All my tears have been used up,
But not the ink in my veins
My heart now pumps letters,
And the shirt filled with stains
Of each and every line
That went through the arteries,
Beneath my skin
Poem after poem,
And all the galleries within.
My tears have been used up,
Though definitely not my words.
Collect them in a cup,
Write down every feeling unheard.