Tears That Stain

Do not ever think that crying is weakness,it is in fact strength to feel

My cheeks soft and smooth with youth,are also wet with pain. The tears they trickled softly at first the pain renewing itself again,it wasn't long before they were rolling like rain drops racing down the windshield. The pain changed like a switch was flipped,tearing through me raw and all at once I am screaming my mouth open but no sound escapes. Tears then stream at a slowing pace but unceasing for what feels never ending time. Their flow has stopped now, but I'm afraid those were tears that stain as the pain is one that forever stains the heart.