Here I sit

Head in my hands

Heart on the table.

It's withered and worn

with every blow it gets worse

I watch it grow and grow

like a hot air balloon

it fills until finally, 

it explodes.

My tears are its blood,

going all oer the 

walls and windows

as if it were a scene

from a scary movie.

I pick them up

putting myself together

and once again

bottling up my emotions.