Drip, drop
The tears fall down my face,
And my ears wait for the sound
Of a sob escaping my chest.
The sobs are loud and ugly,
My tears occasionally flowing into my mouth-
Their salty taste making it all so real.
I’m no pretty girl when I cry,
Let me tell you,
It’s nothing from the movies-
If a boy sees me cry well first of all
Why the hell am I crying in front of him,
He must have just been passing by.
Second of all he most likely should run, immediately,
For, I might as well shoot myself then from embarrasment.
My face is an ugly blotchy mess
A mess that goes away very, very slowly-
Once I stop crying, that is.
Red and blotchy splotches cover my face,
Tears cover every inch of my cheeks,
And let me tell you If I am gonna sob it ain’t gonna be quiet.
I am pretty sure that I sound like some dying animal
And the odds are that you don’t even feel sorry for me.
You just want me to shut the fuck up.
