Everything has a meaning
Even my tears
By the end of the night you may only see one
But it has a great meaning
It could tell the a story of my scar ridden wrist
Or a story of a confusing kiss
It could be a story of some rape I don’t recall
Or a recollection of the friends I never really had at all
My tears have gotten small
No longer flowing like a waterfall
My heart is heavier with the bottled up emotions
I feel nothing real
I use my escape as pain
Just to bring me back to reality
To be honest
This poem is probably longer than my life will be