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.