The anger and tension
Building up. Bottled up inside.
Waiting, begging to come out.
Silence is the way we live.
My silent tears.
Pouring down my arms.
Deep red. Full.
Full of anger, love, hate, loneliness, desperation, hope, memories, fantasies, jealousy.
Cold metal
Presses down
To release the tension.
Until next time.
My Silent Tears
Scream for help.
Scream for attention.
Scream for everything I can't say.
What I hate, what I love. What I want so badly.
Secrets.
Dirty Little Secrets.
Wound up and twisted and pulled so tight
That nothing can squeeze by
Without getting trapped in the forever, ongoing hate.
But Itâ??s all in my head.
All in my head.
My head.
My head...
Bang, bang, bang.
Knock some sense into it.
It's all my fault.
I
Am
The screw up.
The nothing.
The pathetic sight.
Pathetic sound.
Pathetic thought.
Pathetic excuse for anything worth something
In this pathetic world
Of wannabe's,
Posers,
Liars.
But I'm true to myself.
I speak the truth
That nobody else will tell me.
Too afraid to hurt me.
The lies, the pretending, the looks,
It kills me more than anything.
But I know there's always something to count on:
My Silent Tears.
