Painting Teardrops

I believe that these teardrops paint a picture.
They paint a picture of my pain,
Paint a picture of my weakness,
Paint a picture of my sorrow.
When they slide on my cheeks from my eyes,
It is like a brush stroke.
When they crash onto the ground, it is like a splatter of paint.

Teardrops may come from anger and sadness,
But they also come from overwhelming joy.
As for the teardrops that come from eyes,
Are the teardrops that paint a picture
Of a broken, bleeding heart.