Tears of Agony

AT NIGHT MY SOUL GETS WEAK AND BEGAN TO LOOK THE OTHER WAY. I AN NUMB FROM THE BITTERNESS OF THE WORLD MY PILLOWS ARE SOAKED FROM MY TEARS OF HEARTACHE. I CALL OUT FOR SOMEONE TO HELP ME AND IT IS SILENT ALL THAT I CAN HEAR IS THE WIND. THE WIND WAS FLUSHING THROUGH MY EARS AND INTO MY BOSOM. TRYING TO LEAK INTO MY INNER BEING AND MY SOUL. MY TEARS OF AGONY ARE FOR REAL NO ONE KNOWS THE PAIN THAT I FEEL. NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT THE LONELY NIGHTS AND THE COLDNESS OF MY SPRIT. MY TEARS HAVE ABSORBED ONTO MY CHEEKS LEAVING A STAIN AS A MEMORY. I TRY TO ERASE THE FEELING ONLY TO HAVE WITHDRAWLS, MY TEARS OF AGONY CANNOT BE SHAKEN THEY CANNOT BE SEEN. BUT THEY ARE FOR REAL THEY ARE INTENSE. THE STAND IN THE SHADOWS WAITING TO COME OUT AND TO BE RELEASED