Tear. Drops.
Well.
They do not fall.
Tear. Drops.
Put pressure on my
Fore. Head.
Tear. Drops.
Fill my ears with drumming.
Tear. Drops.
Fill a moment of emptiness
Tear. Drops.
Drip drop.
Fill the hole.
Fill the spot.
Block the pain.
Tear. Drops.
Fill my heart.
I leave them their to drown the hurt.
The lack of understanding.
The miss understanding.
My friends know how I feel about crying.
But…
Tear. Drops.
That’s a whole different story.
I need these…
Tear. Drops.
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