Months go crawling by,
Not a single tear passes my eyes,
Pain welling up inside.
Anger and sadness captured in my tears,
Is how I usually cope.
The river has run dry,
So a canal I must make,
As the emotions get caught in my blood.
Slit my wrist,
Emotions and blood flow out,
Flowing down my canal,
That is my new way to cope.
The gift of tears has come to me,
And no longer must I cut,
Because my drought is over,
And the river of emotions flows,
The river of refreshing tears.