At the height of my hysteria
While I was yet again choking on my tears
I realized just how many tears
I've shed for all of you
Over the years
Wasted is how I view them
Because wasted is what they are
And each tear plummeted down my face
It left behind a never fading scar
My precious tears none of you deserved
And the satisfaction of knowing I've shed then
Is what you've gained
But none of you care in the least
That shedding those tears
cruelly caused me so much pain
So I dry my eyes for the last time
And I hope you enjoyed that last show
Because I'm done wasting my tears on you
And am lettting you-
And all of the misery
Go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At the height of my hysteria While I was yet again choking on my tears A captivating beginning for sure. Because I'm done wasting my tears on you And am lettting you- And all of the misery Go A strong ending. Can't worry about people & circumstances you can't change, just pray for them...and just keep smiling, lol.