Friday, February 11, 2011

She wept to me.

Everyday I feel like crying,
I hold it inside and keep quiet,
Never let a tear fall from these wet eyes,
One day I'll break down,
The pieces of my world will break up,
My mouth will whisper "I can't take it."
I swear one more day and I won't make it,
I hope there won't be a crowd to see the worst in me,
They don't know me,
I won't show me,
They've seen me fake it,
My shadow is all I'll allow to myself to be,
Mimicing the little life left me,
If my shadow could talk.

"She wept to me. She told me her secrets without saying a thing. I don't judge what she has done to us. I live as she does. I see through everyone one of her lies without any eyes. Out of anger she wishes I would disappear. I know the face of hurt without any facial structure. I love her like a mother. She wept to me and everyone thought she was crazy. She wept to me and for first time I let her emotions into me. And that's when I realized I was alive. She wept to me."