I fall like the trickle of a waterfall,

And I never dry up,

I push away every helpful hand,

Because I’m scared of love,

I leap from person to person, in

A never ending cycle,

Call it bad luck,

I run like a river when someone

Feels like giving up,

And they say they’re tough…

When I’m the one that falls

From everyone’s eyes,

When I’m the water that drips

And never dries.

I suppose they do have it hard,

Living their hard lives,

But do tears have tears when

They need to cry?