Grand Theft Poetry

My Tears
The tears I cry are bitter and warm,
They flow with life but take no form.
The people I know, the things that they've done,
Exploded and meshed into one big mistake.
They beckon me forward,
And I can't escape.

I won't escape -
I can't just leave them behind in the dust,
Broken and crying for help.
I'd never forget their terrified faces,
Tear stained and red as they pick up the pieces.
Their stories would haunt me for years on end,
I'd be too selfish to just push a head.

I couldn't just leave because one things for certain,
Those pieces they're saving will all come together,
To create a much more personal picture.
Whether they know it or not, its their fault.
They're the reason I'm here, with everything I've got.
If I could give five reasons for my heart to keep thumping,
They'd be there.

Every tear that falls, cascading down,
Is filled with their stories, the ones I can't change.
Their pasts have happened,
They're set in stone.

The glimmer of hope for this depressing tale?
Their futures could be something still.
Those pieces they're saving could come together,
Making their life something much better.
But the glue is in my hands,
Stuck and dry.
I won't escape because the tears keep falling.
I know why.
This challenge might me more than I can handle,
But I have the glue, so it's up to me.

They're all depending on me.