They can hurt
Leave the skin of your cheek feel miserable
They make your eyes pull down to hell
They drip
On your clothes
On your bed
Your pillow
They remind you
You don't want to be reminded
But they don't listen
The continue their stream of misery
They continue to make you feel heavy
They blur out your vision
As if there's another layer
Or little dots coming together to defeat you
The puddle gets bigger
Deeper
They don't stop
They won't stop
Please, stop
