Waterfalls

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