Tears

I measure my pain in ounces.

One tear for everything that's ever hurt me.

Another sob for everyone that I've lost.

A tissue for everything that lingers over my head.

So please don't ask me if I'm alright.

You already seem to know the answer.

You can smell the salty tears brimming in my eyes.

It smells like the ocean.

You can see my heart bleeding on the floor.

It puddles by my feet.

You can hear the screams my soul makes as it breaks.

It turns to droplets as it hits the ground.

Tears.