A glistening little messenger who speaks of tormenting grief, who tells tales of unspoken love, who represents a pain greater than death. for tears do not tell of weakness but power in pain. they tell of something that goes so much deeper than that fake smile on her face. they whisper of a girl who hides within, she is terrified and dying bit by bit. they whisper rumors of it being because of him.because he can't see that child in her eyes past all the pain, who is screaming out his name like a sacred jewel. these clear little messengers they tell of a longing so in depth it is intangible by even the most perceptive. they tell of a force unbeknown-st to anyone else that drives her to a mad house. these little messengers of mine.