Where do my tears come from when it comes and when I cry is it really worth it?
Is it that I am a spoiled daughter, wife or nagging lazy teen spoiled rotten?
Are these tears I shed worth it? Am I emotionally transformed into an incompletion of results never rescued as I remain a chick suffering from a series of identity crises where no one realizes that I need sympathy too?

I go to church and they never show me love and I sit back and I watch how they live and realize that I need Jesus too. But instead the only thing I seem to believe is that I deserve the flames because righteousness is only of the chosen and its kind of hard to become those chosen because “For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life and only a few find it.” – Mathew 7: 13 (NIV)

I find it hard to say that these tears could make me stronger and release the pain from within but I find it simple to say that I am emotionally damaged and without love I will forever be incomplete.

I want to stop crying, I want to stop crying because it’s the only solution to my comfort and I am too rebellious to allow the Holy Spirit to become my comforter. O how deep inside I truly hate the fact that I’m fighting against myself.

After all tears are just drops of the saline,
watery fluid continually secreted by the lacrimal glands between the surface of the eye and the eyelid,
serving to moisten and lubricate these parts and keep them clear of foreign particles.

I am in a abusive relationship and I am hurting and bleeding inside as he beats me upside my head and I am left hopeless in the mist of the fog of love that’s black and never unfolds the beauty of an exemplified character of my heart that desires my plans to be reconstructed instead of brutalized due to built up chains.

I am a child that is searching deep within’ myself to find my self but every time I look in a magazine I always imagine that I can’t be what the media would require me to be and that’s the model type full of precious jewels because no one ever told me that I was valuable as a jewel.

After all tears are just drops of the saline,
watery fluid continually secreted by the lacrimal glands between the surface of the eye and the eyelid,
serving to moisten and lubricate these parts and keep them clear of foreign particles.

So I sit quietly in my room and cut on the T.V. and watch the news thinking of how an spoiled lazy teenager and pitiful wife I’ve been all these years compared to the children missing, the teens committing suicide, the wives murdered, and the husbands on death row and decide that I am never going to waste another Tear drop on my pitiful self that a smile could have conquered nineteen years ago.

Globally they fall having a spherical and globular shape from those suffering from poverty, human trafficking , and genocides and I search within' to understand that I should be ripped into pieces because I have weighed down the world with those waste of tear drops out of selfishness cause I wouldn't help those who were neglected but didn't waste the tear drops because they refused to give up and the tears were only a testimonial mode of striving cause those tears releases the worlds cry......