TEARS..

The tears have dried up, but my eyes is still wet,
The fright is gone, but my body still sweats.
The pain is gone, but my wound is still deep,
I have spoken my heart out, but secrets are still to keep.
I have closed my eyes, but am completely sleepless
I have cleaned up my house, but life is completely a mess
I try to live in a positive way, but pessimism doesn’t seem to end.
I try to be good to people, but always turn up in offend.