Disillusioned

Tears, tears, that will never fall, tears that will never touch the surface of my skin, for all that I see, for all that I keep in...just keep sinking, in. Words that are never spoken, dig their pointed nails into my heart, swallow hard to ignore the sadness that follows; disillusioned, by things you say, nothing is the same. There's no rest in guilty eyes, there's no peace in a distrusting mind. Walking the lonely path of hopelessness, here no one sees, here no one hears, my writhing screams. I rather clothe myself with a cloak of thorns than to feel, this constant sickening dread ( I always do). Can't go back to believing in everything, after believing in nothing....