What happens?

Once more a tear rolls silently down her face
Which is followed by many thereafter
It seems that with time strength is not given
But weakness grows, forever stronger in it's place
Each tear grows cold and turn to ice
Falling faster like daggers through cloud
Sweeping across skin, now cold to match
But bitterness rises with sharp tang on tongue
Colours enter, swirling through misery
The red takes over yet weakness hides pain
Till ragged breath ends and tears stop falling
Pursed lips break and colour escapes

When tears fall no longer