Tears Poem by Trish Spencer

My face stained by 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 it wasn't even real
I look to 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 nights I've cried

now I pull myself off the ground
tears mixed with blood falling slowly to the ground
too weak to say I am sorry like a foolish child I sat
and cried, didn't realize what I had done.