The Silent Cries

These past few weeks things have been out and about.

The mood changes like the weather, plainly unpredictable.

My preoccupied head, my chronic loneliness devour my sanity.

They are top tiers of my emotional driers. 

How could life this hurt, painfully torturing?

I am worn out.

I am empty. 

My tears still flows even when I am asleep.

The silent cries.