Tears

Endless tears I've cried
most of them while looking away from your eyes
I wish I could talk to you,
but they don't want me to.

the tears lead to cuts,
the cuts lead to whys? and whats?
all of this pain makes me feel bad,
and thinking about my dad makes me mad

i know this poem sound cheesy,
but please stay with me,
because all of this ties to depression
and please excuse my impression