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,