Tears of the soul

Tears that fall from your cheeks
Do not mean much
They are devoid of life
Like droplets of bleach

They may cover your face
Soaking you in a watery haste
Little do they know...
It is all a waste

Real pain ensues
When the heart shatters
Leaving your soul with a smothering bruise
Memories of happiness are left scattered

You think to yourself...it is of no use
Feeling so battered
You cannot find your glue
Glue that held you together at your most fractured