Tears..
We shed so many of them..
So many..
It's a wonder we still have more..
Never ending tears.
Tears take much energy..
But we don't have that much..
What happens when we have more tears..
..flowing over our dry skin
Landing straight on the already drained fabric..
But..
No more energy to waste on this drops full of pain, hate, fear, regret...
What happens then?
We'll suffer more!
We won't be able to breathe!
We'll die if not already dead!
We..
We might lose..
Forever
(Don't ask, I dunno)
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«𝑺𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆»
PoetryH̸o̸n̸e̸s̸t̸l̸y̸ I̸ d̸o̸n̸'t̸ e̸v̸e̸n̸ k̸n̸o̸w̸ a̸n̸y̸m̸o̸r̸e̸ m̸a̸n̸ Ranking 《#3 hatemyself》 《#10 lovemyself》 《#11 tired》
