I hate how sad I make me
Each tear, as if a metaphorical acidic drop
Scorching a trail of fallen hope
Drip drop dreams and dying sheep
They sizzle and burn as they fall to my chest
Creating a puddle to my insides
A path beyond the flesh
Like a thousand pins
Too tiny for sight
Piercing and poking
My heart! Exposed...
Withered and pained
Directs these emotions
Back to my brain
A constant fight, an epic battle
A day in the life of..
What does it matter?