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
You say I should go through this
Suffering to repent.
What good can possibly come out of this?