Tear Drops

Tired

Enough of drama

Angry

Runs down my face like a rain on a sad day

Drips of sun shine brakes through the clouds.

Runs for the sun but seems to slip through my hands.

Offered help but I don't know if i should take it or leave it. . .

Pointed in the right direction sometimes

Suddenly I stop and see the good in my life. . . But then. . .