Dried River

Tears,
It won’t come out anymore.
As if the river had dried,
It just won’t come out anymore.

“Why?”
Someone asked.
“Because all I do is cry.”
She replied.
“Why?”
Someone asked again.
“Because I always hurt him.”
She replied again.
“Are you sure?”
Someone asked.
“Yes.”
She said.
“Don’t you love him?”
Someone asked.
“Yes. But my love seems to always hurt him.”
She replied back.

She loved him very deeply,
But always ended up hurting him and herself.
Infinity amount of needles seems to pierce her heart,
Her heart bled and aches.
But no matter how sad she was,
Her tears never come out again,
Like the river had dried.