Silent Tears

I wrote this at one of the lowest times in my life.

Silent tears beat heavy upon the pillow cover
Estranged thoughts of a past lover..
A dying father..
and a salty face stricken mother.
Lying alone in the company of my memories
Not accepting the rejection of me
These have become my forgotten dreams..
My reasons to not believe.
The walls are especially choking this evening
The blankets suffocate the air that I'm breathing
I can smell their dying skins when I lay sleeping
So I cut through the path that leads to dreaming... by bleeding.
No voice can calm this saddened child inside
No eyes can penetrate deep enough to where she can't hide
But I tried..
and now I'm tasting the consequences that I cried.
My heart gets sick from eating too many emotions
as my mind winds down from all the commotion
I'll take this moment and run..
Because the damage is already done.