Sore Eyes

My eyes hurt from all these tears;

they sting my face and heart.

I cried until my skin was raw,

my eyes bloodshot

until my soul could not muster

not one more drop.

I wept into my pillow

so loud and so strongly,

but it muffled the sound

so no one else could hear.

When does the pain subside?

Will the heartbreak ever end?

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