I never knew tears go backwards

When I feel the need to cry,
The water crawls around my eyes.
A knife is stabbed and stuck in my heart,
bleeding every time it pumps.
Gushing out blood all the while.
As I know my upcoming doom,
as my nose cringes with the smell of fear.

My eyes see the clear blue sky, and I don't
see whatever that made me cry.
I close my eyes, and breathe deep.
The clean crisp air, smells cool and fresh.
The knife disappears, and my chest stops hurting.
The water around my eyes, without even wiping a single tear.
Disappears.
As fast as they came, they are gone.
I am left looking at the sky, the face of uncertainty,
As I take a breath and look around me once more.