Tears.
It is said that we all have them
Inside of our eye sockets
Ready and waiting to poor out at the slightest of upsets
Yet I cannot seem to find those which lie inside of me
I see my dearest of friends and closest of family cry boisterous tears
Still I seem to have none
Whether it be for loss of a pet, friend, or even parent
My tears simply will not come
And when I am so down that it hurts to even breathe
Still they will not come
Even when pushed over the edge of angst or depression
All I can do is lay in silence and enjoy the knot caught in my throat
And the bitter sweet burning of my eyes
Along with the thought that I was almost normal
That I was ever so close to finding
Tears.
