feet

Drink,bitter taste. Wound ever lasting hole.
plunge, tears that dry but never leave. 
tragedy that feel as if there is no end.  
seams that don't close with the mind.
crystals that are the tears we cry.
endless that knows no bounds , pain that just wont die.
land that has blood and yet still bleeding even when dry. 
cover-ups that don't show the person inside, but yet don't protect the body only cover the eyes.
torment that feels like it goes on forever as if it will never end.
cry, baby cry , cry as much as u feel that you need to inside just so your soul wont die. cry  
its funny how the pain talks with no words , but yet the soul internally cries.  
sometimes it feels as though the pain cant die even though, its not a living thing a being. but yet it is a being inside that crawls up and if beaten enough can die.    i don't drink anymore for it cause that only reminds, of what i feel for it. that only brings another problem to mine.    even love sometimes cant heal it, this pain that lingers on i feel it.  love can make it bearable but yet not heal it.    glass burns it into ur memory, every-time you step bear on the ground u expect the glass that isn't there to burn or cut ur foot. its the same with the pain even after a long time. you expect it to come back and burn or cut ur soul.