Just A Piece of Toilet Paper

I wipe tears from the eyes of an apple. I am there to absorb the pain and suffering of the vicious world. I am there when nobody else is. The pain I see nobody else does. I am there when you are not. Sometimes it is a drop of rain, sometimes I try to absorb rivers. I want to take away the pain but all I can do is absorb it. Sometimes I wish I was the most absorbent piece of toilet paper but I can only dry so many tears before I deteriorate and can help no longer. Only for my tears I hold to end up in the place where other tears gather. We know the pain when nobody else does. My tears I hold will be taken by the clouds to then rain over the world hoping that these once sad tears can turn to tears of joy.