Can'T Not Cry

Mouth filled with so much salt These tears might as well come from my tongue. I'm sorry, I can't not cry. It makes me form and takes the form of bitter, ugly words And this blue room fills with air-turned-blue. I push this pen to breaking point, I hope the plastic snaps and shatters, To stop the whole of me from breaking, And bleeds its black ink-blood on the righteous white of this page. Air can't find my lungs and I can't feel. I almost didn't hear my own cry for help, I sound like a stranger to myself, Even my silence is foreign to me.