My Just Torment

I just didn't feel very happy.

Each night I cry, it's your face I see in my dreams. Each tear is another mistake I made and each I wish to be without. So I cry, and cry, until every tear is out.

The next day I think I'm finally free, free from all the wrong I've committed.
 I'm not.

It's like each tear reformed from the stains on my pillow and crawled their way back into my sore and sorrowful eyes.

Meaning that later, I will yet again see your face in my dreams, and the tears will fall once more.

Fall from my eyes until I feel like every single mistake is gone, and again they will drag themselves back.

Just a tormentingly never-ending cycle of hatred and self loathing.

This is my fate...