Tearing Out My Soul by Miztrebor

Often tears are fine.
When i'm tired,
My eyes water.
Streams of cold ocean mist
Flow gently down,
A light yawn is heard.

Last night i lost a part of me,
I cried for hours.
This alone was torture,
Besides the pain of loss,
My face was burned.
Those cool streams,
Turned into a red sea.
These tears are not warm,
They are not hot,
But beyond that.

Cutting deep into the flesh,
Never-ending their fury.
This doesn't bring upon a yawn,
Nor an audible sound.
No cause for alarm,
This allows for sleep.
But the crying doesn’t seize.

The pillow is soaked.
Maybe drowning would be nice,
I wake into a pool anyway.
Would it make the pain go away?

Please, someone give an answer,
My Muze has turned on me.

MC (24.0.78.38) -- Wednesday, March 8 2006, 05:02 am

I'm sorry for your pain
You cannot make someone love you. You can only give of yourself what you have and if the feeling is returned, then it's beautiful. But if it's not, then you can only allow yourself time to mourn what might have been, and be grateful for the opportunity to love. Only time can make the pain go away. Sometime's, there just really isn't an answer to the question "why"? We've all been there, honey. We're here to help you through it.

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