Waterworks

I have cried all the tears I can. The well has run dry, but I'm weak and thirsty now. Who would come and refill my cup? My dreams are flooded with you. There is no stream in my mind that doesn't flow to you. Thoughts wash over me as I sink evermore. There is now an ocean of pain that steadily rises as the rain never ceases. And the icy feeling inside grows colder everyday.