Poetry of a lost teen

salty water

Oceans full of salt
Droplets of dismay
These tears hold the weather
And so they say
Was it Worth the storm
Worth the ache
Worth the argument
Or just a mistake
These tears are more then salty water
Trickling down ones face
They hold a story an image and trace
They indicate the hurt the pain the sorrow
Down this deep black place partially hollow
This hole I've fell in seems like its home
A misty storm it's now the tone
Of all I see and all I am
I'll try my best the best I can
~H1