I am alone here as I think,
and I can`t stop the liquid from rising.
But I`m afraid to share this pain,
and the remnants of my true self that I`ve been hiding.

But as the first tear falls
the right key has found a hidden lock.
The chained gate to the well of my emotions.
The entrance to the museum of memory`s halls.

With tear number two, I begin to shake.
For this emotional flood threatens to drown me.
My painful wounds have all been reopened.
and their complaint is too much to take.

As tear three drops, I look into the glass.
Always reminded of my continuous failures.
I see pieces of the man I once wanted to be,
and the rest of me raised with no class.

Here comes more, tear number four
I see the times I let love pass me by.
I told myself I was undeserving of joy
So I sat and watched it walk out the door.

The tears now sting as we reach number five.
Where I am reminded of my agony filled youth
The price I had to pay for being a kid,
and the days I thought I wouldn`t survive.

Tear six leaps from my eyes
Full of sorrow for loved ones who passed
Angry at myself for never saying goodbye,
and how I suffocate in my cries.

But the most painful tear is number seven
The tear that is filled with just you
The times we spent together that I miss,
and how you always made me feel like heaven.

These tears have now been shed like fears
but I can still feel their pass
I can`t share who I am inside at times,
so I give to you these seven silent tears.