There’s a tear stain on my pillow
and a burn across my heart
from the times that I have seared it
trying to create another start.
There’s a blood stain on my blanket
and a smear across my soul
from the times that I have reached so hard
for just trying not to be alone.
There’s a reflection in the mirror
of the stains upon my life
from the times that I have spilled myself
trying to stay upright.