My crying is a waste. My tears just for show. The pain I feel Never been so real. I cry every night But there's nothing to do When I have no one to wipe Away those tears. I ease my crying And worry about others. But no one is happy After everything. I cry in pain, The hurt and denial. It hurts so much I want to stop breathing. God gives a test Which everyone goes through This seems worse then a test As I cry even more. If I cry more Will the pain go away? If I ignore Will the people go away? If I wish for death Will God give it willingly? Cuz life seems impossible to live And I have no more tears to shed. But I shed my tears anyways As many as I can. I lay in peace And hope the others are happy too. My tears are nothing but a waste. My life is useless and I'll be happy to give it away. I cry, And always will For nothing but my tears seem to Comfort me.