I'd cry and cry, knowing the more I let my emotions flow the more empty I'll feel,
My sorrow flooding the very room, it's all surreal.
My face felt so hot but my body felt so cold,
A shiver sure to fold,
I stare off at the ceiling, why am I here?
Life put me here, and kicked me in the rear,
Guilt and relationships causing me to adhere.
The countertops wet with my melancholy,
I tear off a paper towel to dry the surface,
Thinking about how others seem so jolly,
My tears come gushing out again.
I tear more and more paper towels but it's just not enough.
Not even close to enough.
I'm drowning in my own sadness and nothing can save me.