If I showed you my teardrops
would you collect them like rain?
Store them in jars
and label them Pain?
Would you follow their tracks
from my eyes down my cheeks,
as they write all the stories
I’m too scared to speak?
Would you stop them with Love,
bring their flow to a halt?
Then tell me that pain
isn’t always my fault?
If I showed you my teardrops
would you show me your own,
and learn though we’re lonely,
we’re never alone?
-Cynic Ninja
