Tears

My face stained by the tears because of my fears of those I love so dear but in the end they were never really there.

I lay on the floor feeling as though the tears will never end and wishing that I wasn't even real.

I look at the stars tonight but they aren't the same I ask myself if I die, would people later cry? Or even care?

All those endless night I've cried now I put myself off the ground tears mixed with flood falling slowly to the ground.

Too weak to say sorry like a foolish child I sat and cried, didn't realize what I have done.