The pillow And My Tears

The pillow is wet from tears that have dripped upon it

My heart is burdened my soul is dying

I am lost in my own sorrow

Distraught with my own fears

My mind confused as the tears roll down and meet the pillow

They become cold

Cold like I myself

Warm they feel as they slide down

Only to meet the reality which will chill them

I am a sad story all by myself

I dont need a book I am the living novel

Wetness tickling my face

Life is intolerable

Frustration is now my food and the liquid from my eyes is now my refreshment

I am being swallowed by my fears and my undecided mind

Which taunts my heart and my spirit

I am constantly trying to fight

Yet its getting harder each day

I am tempted to give up on everything mayb even life its self

I need help I cant do it alone

But my incompetent self will not let me do that

So constantly me my tears and the pillow meet.