There's no sense in crying any longer; it doesn't change anything and it doesn't help anyone. Yet, I can't help but let the drops of salt water escape my lonely eyes. The eyes that have been looked at directly, intently, and lied to. The eyes that have witnessed horrible truths unfold in front of them. The eyes that can't seem to find an ounce of trust in you no matter how long they search. I close my eyes but the images are still plastered in my memory. Nothing can be unseen. My tears try to wash away the memories as if it's just dirt on a windshield. I should know by now that's it's more like bloodstains in a white carpet, and tears are no match for that. Yet I let each tear be relentlessly born from my stale, hurt, lied to, scarred, doubtful eyes. You've hurt me so many times, and you've never seen me cry. So look at me now, as salt water drips from these eyes, feel the pain and guilt for what you've caused. You'll never be able to unsee these tears, I hope they burn into your memory as the thought of you burns in mine.