tears, they mean..
what?
nothing.
we give them meaning, like rain they drop and heat the rusty skin, already present scars beneath and we feel, it. the pain, the pain as it grows fresh all over our heart, body, soul, and mind. tearing all the happiness away. not too long before the wound screams open and, then we scream out, because that is all we can do. Helpless souls, in need of love.
we can't run away, hide, or escape,
so we only wish, wish, like life depended on it.
god, save my pain.
god, save my pain.
-gypsysoul123 (del aka wajeeha)
