Teardrops

It was another bad day

But refuses to cry

Eyes that never sheen

They stay dry

Exhausted by the effort

And so the tears leave her

Inking trails down her arm

The scars across her heart

A mark of her pain

Tears brought to the surface

Allowed to leave by the razor

And for a moment

The pain escapes

A numbness takes its place

But not for long

Tears need to be shed