"Dry Eyes: A Soul's Journey through Exhausted Tears"

All my tears have been used up, no more left to cry,

A soul once full of sorrow, now drained, with a heavy sigh.

For every drop that fell like rain, a pain that knew no end,

Each tear is a testament to the broken heart that cannot mend.

In the depths of darkest nights, the tears would flow like streams,

A torrent of emotions, a storm of shattered dreams.

Each droplet held a memory, of love that slipped away,

A pain that lingered, deep inside, with every passing day.

But now the well has run dry, a soul laid bare and still,

The hurt was too deep to fathom, too immense to ever fill.

The tears once held such power, now a distant memory,

A heart that's lost its battle, a shattered entity.

The world outside keeps moving, but the tears no longer fall,

A numbness overtakes me, as I try to face it all.

I know that life keeps moving, but the wounds refuse to heal,

A heart that's shattered beyond repair, that cannot feel.

And so I close my eyes, and pray for strength to carry on,

To find the light within the dark, a reason to go on.

For even though the tears have dried, a spark of hope remains,

A chance to rise above the hurt, and break free from the chains.

For though the tears have been used up, a new day may arise,

A chance to find the strength to live, to see beyond the lies.

And though the pain may never fade, the tears may never fall,

A heart that's strong and resolute, may rise above it all.

So let the tears dry up, and let the soul take flight,

For even in the darkness, there is still a chance for light.

And though the tears have been used up, and the pain may never cease,

A heart that's strong and brave and true, may find a lasting peace.