Cry me a river,
Let the tears fall from your face.

Fill the deep hole of nothingness
With the salty water
Because filling it with anything
Is better than nothing.

Nothingness is horrid,
Yet the tears are bittersweet.
I'd prefer any kind of sweetness
Over the horrid nothingness.

Wash away the pain
From the deep cuts of always.

Cleanse myself with water,
Disinfect the cuts.
Wash away the blood,
Wash away the dirt.

Rid myself of the pain:
The pain of today and always.
It hurts to fill the cuts with water,
But it would hurt more to leave them untouched.

Cry me a river
So I can wash away the pain.

Let the tears fall from your face
From the deep cuts of always.