Analysis of sweet melancholy

-The sweet melancholy of Ana Olvera
As told by someone who actually was there

Sometimes you just don't have enough
tears to wash away all your pain, somehow
someway you have to find a way to smile
in the rain.

Flowers bloom in winter because of your
tears that fall from your sadness you smile
because you know it was born of your pain,
a part of you dies with no name.

A million pieces your being was
broken into each one falling like rain,
you look up and face your pain
the light that gave you life burns your face.

You laugh and you curse his name.