God's Teardrops

by Dionna Carter

June 27, 2018

A tiny raindrop fell on my left cheek as I walked

It slid down my cheek, my own personal teardrop

It was as if God knew I felt like crying and he was helping me get started

I didn't need his help

I know how to cry

I know how to cry in plain sight

I know how to cry silently

I know how to cry loudly

I know how to cry big tears

Tears of hate

Tears of anger

Tears of lonliness

Tears of knowing I missed my chance

Tears of knowing I'm broken

Little pieces of me have been chipped away

Pieces I may never get back

I see the world smiling around me

I see the world happy without me

I retreat to my corner

I bring my legs close to my chest and out myhead down

I hide

I cry

The world does not see

I'm afraid to let them

They won't like what they see

I don't, so how could they?

I don't need God's tearsdrops to fall on my cheek

I have enough of my own

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Dionna CarterJun 27, 2018

Sometimes all you can do is cryThere isn't anything leftSometimes you have no fight left and you just have to give inYou try to do goodYou try to do betterYou try to fix yourself only to end up falling apart againI guess you just hope this time will be the last timeYou waitYou see what you'll do, then you let yourself downYou hope each time will be differentYou hope you'll learnYou think and hope that you're doing fineAnd all it takes is one moment to make you realize that nothing has changedYou're still the sameI tryBut I slipI clawI bleedI'm scaredAll I can do is cry