• The Tears Slowly Fall Down My Face as Jello Falls off a plate.
    The Tears Seperate and Creep like Crawling Spiders Down My Cold Face.
    My Throat is so clogged up with frustration that it makes it hard to breath.
    And when I talk all that comes out are deep huffs of breath.

    I dont even think I will be able to Sleep Tonight, because my pillow feels like a Vass Sea.
    And when I lay me head on my pillow, the Tears are cold to the touch and feel as if they are going to explode.

    And some just say my eyes are big because I was born with it.
    But you know what I say?
    That they are permanetly Swollen.

    And While I look at the Blank page of My Life, it Doesnt seem so blank with the tear stains.

    And just as if things are as worst as they can ever be, they get worst. And I think" What are the Possibilities?" Hmmmm 100 to 100.

    So I end this story with a wet Face and Soaked Shirt, Crying out for help.