Me

My blood runs cold,
today is just another run out of control,
My lips are dry,
today is just another puddle of tears I refuse to cry,

My silence calls out in fear,
fear for the pain that seems to sear.
My presence cries for comfort,
comfort for my soul bruised with hurt,

My eyes reflect images of forgotten days,
interwined with the words you forgot to say,
My heart overfills with unspoken woes,
mixed with the insults of secret foes,

I hold myself tight,
I am drifting alone into the night,
my story untold and silence kept cold,
my bitterness has yet to unfold.