I feel so hung over;

Hung over from tears.

I have cried so much,

The droplets were enough

To effectively get me drunk.

I'm drunk on tears.

.

I'm exhausted of these trials,

Fatigued from weeping

To the border of illness.

My head spins, like a yo-yo.

My skull pounds, like a rock concert.

My stomach roils, like the seas in a storm.

All I am is exhausted,

Wanting a release.

.

I know it will not come;

Not even after nights

Of locking myself away,

Locked up in the bathroom,

Drinking my tears from

A wine glass and

Wishing for a better tomorrow.

.

In my part of the world,

There is no better tomorrow.

All there is is more nights,

Drowning in that wine glass of tears.