Wet Confessions

I sit here with tear kissed cheeks and worn out eyes.

To weak to pick up the phone to let you see me as I truly am.

Betrayed by my own attached hands wondering when they got so far away.

I've spent so many years trying to find myself that I've lost track of who I really am.

I sit here with tear kissed cheeks and a unrecognizable face.

I am lost, broken, thrown away...

I am you.