The tears are silent.
No one can hear them but the cryer.
She hears them
She feels them
She knows them
Nobody else sees them, If they notice they don't care.
Others may see tears, but they can't feel the pain.

The pain she feels burns her
Going deep into her skin.
Her teardrops turn to blood
As they cut through her wrists.

She's trapped in a flood
Taking her air stealing her breath

It eats at her flesh
like acid
not water.
Working it's way
up
   higher
         higher
              higher

CLOSING IN
until


She opens her eyes.
She's still on the bench
but still crying.
She's out of the room. She wishes she wasn't



She'd rather be dying than in this pain.