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I'm sick of tears
That stain my cheeks,
Admit I'm small,
Admit I'm weak,
Admit I've failed
To reach the goal
I let come in
And steal my soul
Right from my hands,
Right from my mind,
And it was mine,
My wealth to find,
My greed to bear
As it consumed
My heart 'til it
Burned into fumes
Of broken trust,
Little white lies
That charmed my soul,
Lit up my eyes
With silver tears
That pour down now;
That's all that's left,
These tears that drown
Me in their rain,
Their waters blue,
Like sadness I
Have come to rue
As misery
Far greater than
That of shadows
To which I've been
In twisted dreams
I brought to life
As if I sought
The chance to cry
Just one more time,
But it's done now.
I'm done with this,
My wailing sounds,
My pity sobs
That blot my face,
So red, so scarred,
I can't erase
The stains that stay
As memories,
Reminders that
Embarrass me,
Humiliate
Me in my plight,
Like salt on wounds
Time won't make right
In all its time,
There's not enough;
I can't forget;I'm not that tough
In battle skin
Built to block out
Emotions that
Come pouring out
When we see pain
And feel it too;
Those tears will fall;
It's what we do;
We cry in hurt;
We scream in pain;
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