Tears
Tears
Blood red tears roll down my cheek
I watch myself in the mirror as I scratch myself
It's my soul that bleeds
not my body
although my body feels the pain
The tears crash on the floor
The 'golden' moment is broken
I realize what I have done
It's over now
I shed silent tears
while I tend the scratches
Why did I do this to me?
Why?
© S. Rabe 07.08.2005
