Invisible Tears

March 29, 2018

You can't see them, the tears I hide inside.

You walk right by me, never knowing that I am crying inside.

Drip, Drip, Drip the tears hit the floor slowly hitting the ground taking all my energy and pain to the ground.

These invisible tears weigh me down, they start to hold the weight of my pain.

The tears collect in my eyes...

Drip, Drip, Drip these tears must stay inside.

Drip... I see the tear fall on my cheek, someone comes near.

Your tears, I can see them, nobody else can.

I am grabbed by the hand, the weight of my tears are taken off my back to theirs.

Let me steer for a while the stranger says, I can feel your pain but I can't make it come to an end.

I can make it easier, although and I will help you have happiness.

My tears are no longer invisible because they are tears of joy.

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