salty tears stream into my ears,
as i lay on my back on the grass in my backyard.
the sun is shining but it still seems dull,
as I stare at the clouds and watch them pass me by.
people die and memories fade,
and I feel as if I am fading with them .
the glue that has held me,
may not last through the rain any longer.
i don't know why I try,
or why I even bother,
but I push suicidal thoughts to the back of my mind,
brush the tears from my red eyes,
and get back up,