Fallen Tears

I have fallen tears again on the office after the weekend. I have tears again in front of my desktop. I hate this. I develop tears every time I remember what I saw. How could I clamor, I have know right, just have the right to keep it.

I hardly notice that he treats me like one of his fling girls. I thought I was specially but it was all a saying, a thought that fades away in the air.