Acceptance

If I cry one more tear,
I might drown.
Every tear stands for something.
They have a voice of their own.
They even cry themselves.
I hear their screams,
Almost like echoes from my mind..
As if my own thoughts were my own falling tears,
Being washed away...
To never be thought of again..
But nothing is ever washed away.
Never is ever clean, illuminating...
Nothing ever will be.
And nothing ever should be.
So I will drown today.

- db