I'm painting themes on my walls,
Not with paints but with tears.
They illustrate a picture far
Greater than any other watercolor.
But no one can see them,
Only me and my intricate eyes.
My heart holds heavy now
With pain; filled to the brim with anguish.
I lay here in the hurting,
Crying tears of sullen sorrow
That could no longer fit in my heart.
All doors that were once open to me
Have been slammed shut in my face,
And all those cherished, meaningful people
Who I affectionately adored,
Have been washed away by something
That is unknown to me;
Some kind of hurt or hate.
To think, I've wasted money, time and love
On people who have turned on me in the end.
I haven't a shoulder to cry on anymore,
And no one to listen to my woes.
My appearance and my being has
Chased away those wonderful friends.
Now I'm left with only my tears,
Trailing down my unsightly face.
When I finally decide to look in
The mirror, I see why I am so alone,
Without friends or family or a lover
To be my comfort by my side… when I have finished
My themes, I see I've cried enough to
Fill and sadden an ocean and I'm tired now.