A/N: I admit that this poem is angsty and not good at all, but I am only ranting away. Forgive me for my effortless rant and read and review if you please.

Mocking tears of pain

Sobbing tears of pain into my salty palm,

Those stained tears laugh at me so cruelly,

Who’s going to stop these tears from mocking me?

Who’s going to cry for me but you?

Melt deep into my flesh,

Mocking at my weaknesses,

They are laughing at me,

Laughing at how weak I am actually.

Those cries of help,

Are you going to save me?

Are you going to save me from the clutches of those evil tears?

I feel weak and tired already,

Save me.