Each filled with their own deadly secret

Dont touch

Dont look

They say their contagious

They carry out the poison of the mind

And the ache of the heart

Better just to leave the hurting alone

Better to just let them drown in their own sorrow

So you dont catch even just a hint of their pain

wait till the tears evaporate on their own

not really gone, but leaving the residue of some inside
torment stained on the flesh of their creator

let that poisen fall upon YOUR shoulder

take some of the pain

sacrifice your own time

for the tenderness of another