A tear...
Upon a pillow...
Drip, Drop, Drip...
A silent scream within my head...
Wanting everything, everyone to just go away!
The pillow very quickly becomes a wash cloth...
It needs to be rung out...
Rung out of all the worries, fears, confusion, fustration...and emptiness that lurks within my rotating mind...
Everything washes away...
But why am I still feeling this way?
What can be my harmless medication..?
I thought it would be tears...
I guess my thoughts were wrong...
Everything is wrong in my twisted head...
Maybe not to me but others...
They are part of the reason that tears falls upson my pillow...
A tear that will never fade...