Could these be tears of joy?
Or are these tears of pain...

Preach that suicide is permanent
Yah that’s the way I’d like it to be...

I think this is the last
That my heart can take...

Kill me now
And bleed my body...

No longer do I cut
To ease impulsive pain...

Let go of me
I’m going to my dark place...

I held you the closest
I ever have before...

Hello,
Haven’t talked to you for a while...

A snow painted park
White branches against a fading gray sky...

A face of compassion
A Christ I never knew...

A great writer once said that
A person's eyes are the window to their soul...

I see you through my car window
As you pull up alongside me...