The salty liquid rolls down like a water fall,
staining rosy cheeks before falling upon the black sheets.
A fragile silence unbroken remains
as no sound is permitted to escape
the locked up lips which hide away
the secret cries which torment the mind.
Staring into the darkness, unable to breathe,
the world is begining to collapse.
Back pressed into the lifeless wall,
shaking hands feeling the weight of it all:
the tension hanging in the air,
the wall of crushing silence,
the loneliness of not being alone,
the suppression of identity.
Unable to scream,
unable to move,
drowning in the pool of worries and tears,
the curled up figure is still
eyes closed and blind
to what hope
if any at all
is left for a better tomorrow.