her eyes spat tears the taste of rust

My eyes are screaming in protest again. But why do I never seem to heed, until they get me all broken and destroyed. You cycle between wrath, irritation and sadness, with one seeking to cover up the other, over and over again. When will you realize, that you're really really tired. Could I just stop in my tracks, and not take a step further ever anymore?

Things you've never had, you'll never miss.