silents

staring at the ceiling in the dark silent nights. whe silent tears roll down your face my mind and heart in a race, my mind being a maze. the tears starts to flood while I try to take control but it's to late I am already broken crying silently while my heart is crying for a bandage screaming it can't take it. the love I once had is now covered by pain it's already been stained. I am mentally and physically drained from all the silents that remains. the silent crys in the night is the only thing that feels right