Tired of Trying

When tears of blood,
fall from my eyes.
That's when my soul,
withers and dies.

It falls with the blood,
as it drips from inside.
And it shatters on the floor,
no where left to hide.

It lays broken in pieces,
on the cold linoleum floor,
Surrounded by tears,
not asking for more.

I can no longer be whole,
when my soul has passed.
So bury me right there,
this is what I asked.

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