Out Of Control

Out of control, these tears that never end.
Thoughts of being able to keep them hidden away in a box, contained inside, was just a lie.
There is no running.
There is no hiding.
There is only the glimpse of hope, the only thing left in you that might be powerful enough to keep the hurt inside until you are alone where you are not judged or seen.
Trying so hard to keep it in but in the end all you get in return is an endless stream of sadness and sorrow that is strong enough to kill you in the inside, while you don't even care, until you think of the burning regret of not being able to end the misery yourself.
A thought toward this chamber that poorly holds your feelings reflects only disgust and pity.
If only ending the pain was easy as describing it then maybe the prayer of living a life with control would be a reality rather than a fantasy.
But until then I only have one thing to say...
Be out of control, you tears that never end

~kayla~