One Last Teardrop
by: Me

This pain feels like no other.
Something that felt like a dagger that stabbed me right through my back,
into my heart, and out to my soul.
Drained inside all these tears.
Feels like I'm dead. Feels like theres nothing more but a scrap
of what this life used to be like.
All the colors in my visions just faded away into
something I can no longer see.
I look around me, and the laughter, happiness and joy seems like
it's just an illusion, a mirage that I can't take away.
I feel like this is all a dream, but I can't wake up.
I feel like I cut myself, but it won't heal.
I'm ill inside, and there's no cure.
No medication or perscription can fight the disease
that keeps infecting me in this life.
I'm drowning, and no matter how much I swim up,
the surface seems so far away.
Why is it like this? Am I meant to suffer?
What have I done? Do I deserve this?
The stabs, cuts, scabs, and bullet shots inside is all thats left of me.
Every cast or bandaid I stick just seems to keep peeling off.
One last teardrop is all I have left.
No matter how much I hold it in,
It'll always hurt.
I guess sorries aren't good enough.