Once again my tears hit the ground,
When they hit, they don't make a sound.
A droplet of blood lands among them,
At first it gleams like a magnificent gem.
Until it mingles with the tears,
And becomes one of them,
Like it has done for many years.
I can't do anything right,
Even when I try with all my might,
Many believe I am crying out for help,
The next cut becomes too deep,
And I let out a silent yelp.
I pass away into the night,
Knowing I've finally done something right.
