So many tears

Those currains of tears do not let the rays of sun come in.
And I so so need the warming touch.

Those rivers from my eyes distingish the last glowing inside me.
And thats is all I have left.

This rain in my face is washing away the colours I so need to see.

All those waters are blurring away the shapes I need to hold fast to.

But when I stop crying, what happens than?
Will my face turn into a dolls fasade?
Will I be the same?
Should I wish for it to stop or just let it continue untill there is nothing left.