The Storm

I wish I could bleed,
but I'm to afraid to draw the knife.
Wish I could cry,
always screaming inside.
There's no way to stop it.
No way to calm the harsh winds.
Tearing me up,
ripping me apart.
There's no way to show it...
Longing eyes at the blade,
it calls with shiny tears.
No way to hold it,
no way to cut.
Longing eyes,
begging the world to let them cry.
And there's no way to stop it.
It takes all my strength just to hide it.
and pray the pain go away.
There's no way to show it.
Just lonely eyes,
and a storm raging inside.