And the tears do fall

And it's here that I find myself,

broken and pleading,

my heart so despereatly bleeding,

a wound,

a scar forming in the inmost part of my heart.

A scream, a cry,

a whisper,

a plea,

coming out from the most desperate part of me.

I raise my voice, just to hear at all,

I scream out.

I cry,

just to feel something at all.

And the tears pour down from my face,

as I turn to hide my disgrace,

I turn my head to try and run away,

but the moment is still here and it can't get anymore real.

I whisper,

just to hear something inside,

just to feel alive.

And yet, I still feel it,

I still feel the sorrow,

the shame,

at the mention of my name,

and I see the people,

I see them standing,

but I separate myself,

because i feel unworthy,

too broken to ever heal,

because deep down I know that the scars are real,

and they do not appeal.

I hear the people,

I hear them talking,

on and on,

but I do not try,

I do not try to feel there words inside,

I do not try to keep them alive,

except the ones that hurt,

the ones that burn me inside,

the ones that repeat again and again inside my head.

A whisper,

a cry,

a plea, just to feel something inside of me,

but they all turn their heads,

they all walk away,

because I just can't manage to get a smile out today.

And so the moment becomes a monster,

a moment to flee,

that is trully when everyone runs away from me,

when the tears grow inside and they want to become alive,

the moment when it hurts to much.

And so the tears do fall.