2I know the salt is overwhelming.
But I can not make it stop.
I know you can't take anymore.
But don't abandon all hope and drop.
The blood's salt has a certain sweetness
Of which one easily gets enough.
But as soon as it starts flowing
You must quickly become tough.
It seeps from your veins
And your mind screams out for more,
But little did you know they saw it all
After they crept in through the door.
The salt of your tears comes next.
The raindrops of fear and innocence
Contain within them their own will.
I think it is time for independence.
It will be hard at first I must admit,
But you must now leave this place.
Leave all whom you love behind.
Leave them all without a trace.
The blood will eventually dry
And protect you from those wounds.
The tears will forever leave a stain
And mark all of your pain.
Will it one day be done with and over?
I am afraid to say the answer is no.
But don't fret just yet because
From them you shall grow.