Inside I cry
Inside I weep,but that is only on the inside.
It is never allowed to escape the confines of my eyes,
for if it does there would be another great flood.
The rivers would overflow their banks, and the world would end.
They would not be able to save themselves,they would drown from my sorrows,
of what might have been, what is, and of what us yet to come.
They will not survive. Worst of all, before they meet their inevitable demise
of my own affliction, they will scrutinize my existence.
