Teardrops

My teardrops fall like rain. I collect them in a jar, labeled "pain." My teardrops write stories, that I'm to afraid to talk about. I dry my own tears because no one else will. My teardrops flow like rain. Rain, rain please go away. I'm tired of crying on these hopeless, rainy nights. I need two, three, four more jars. One jar is not near enough; for the countless tears that fall like rain.