Tears sliding down my face Like shards of glass Digging into my skin. Crimson tears spout from my eyes And I wonder what I did to deserve this. Was I so wrong in insinuating? Did I do something to offend you? I only wanted to make things easier Instead of going through the pain I once felt. But now you point the finger Of blame. You say I should go through this Suffering to repent. What good can possibly come out of this?