Cry

I look up from a mess of tears,
and know that this solves nothing.
That with every drop from my eyes,
I'm only getting weaker.
I cry for what I know I've lost,
I cry for what I know I will lose,
and for all that in between.
I cry for what scares me and what scares the people i love.
I cry for myself, and my unsureness on what to do.
I cry for all the things i regret but know that i can not change,
And with such reasons to cry,
I cry and cry until my eyes run dry.