Its cold and lonely here
Living inside the empty shell I once was
Laughter and Joy
Falsely
Wrongly
Come so Easily
Its almost Natural

And while I cry
Inside
My smile feels heavy on my face
I swear I feel
The betraying moisture
Forming
Glistening
At the edges of my eyes

But my fingertip holds no tear
My eyes feel dry

I believe
That Teardrop vanished
Into a bottle
The same one that holds
All those times I almost fought back
All those times I heard glass shatter
as I listen
To the most recent arguement
replay over and over in my head

All those times I felt the love
That I thought I had
Slip through my fingers
And continue
Into the seemingly abyssial
Never-ending
Darkness
Of this bottle

What will happen when
Its full
Can I simply rid myself of it
And start anew?