Familiar Tears
Fae

I feel as though I know,
Each tear that from my eyes cascades.
Down my cheeks they flow,
Derived from pain that will not fade.
I know all of their names,
Like the cracks inside my heart.
Of them I'm unashamed,
For of me they are a part.

That one is Despair,
Always prepared to fall.
That one doesn't care,
About anything at all.
That one's called Frustration,
Rising from deep inside my chest.
That one has no distinction,
It's just one more among the rest.
That one is mixed with blood,
Seeping from a hollow pit.
And the one that brings a flood?
That one has your name on it.

They fall down faster now,
Insomnia, Depression.
Their salty taste not fowl,
But quenching to obsession.
Anger, Sorrow, flowing free.
Self-destruction, Rage, and Guilt.
All are part of memories,
On which this ache was built.
All are comforting to me,
Friends accompanied since birth.
They, more than anybody,
Know my value and my worth.

But we all have secret fears,
From which we try to hide.
Mine lies with familiar tears -
Her name is Suicide.