I see the tears
Rolling down my cheek.
My breathing getting heavy
I do not even speek.
Tears swolling
up my eyes.
I am so scared,
But I dare to not cry.
The blade is
Laying on my bed.
The pounding and partying
Is hurting my head.
The tears are
Salty and hot mixed tothger
I fake a smile
But do not get better.
