The Tears

The tears you can't see
Trickle down my face
And stain my cheeks
Streaking them with salty remains

The sobs you can't hear
Clog my throat
Make me hyperventilate
And rob me of the ability to speak

The pain you can't feel
Makes my head throb
Makes me ineffective
Makes me sad

The desire to be more
Robs me of everything
Of the ability to think
And of the will to be

Why do I bother?
I should stop the tears
And I should stop caring
Yes! That is the answer!

I will stop caring
I won't give a damn anymore!
I will let it all roll off my back
And my new tears will be dry and invisible

Written on March 16th, 2001

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