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These tears trekking down my face show nothing but the past.

They are silent, yet the only things that know of my pain

As each one drips down the side of my face,

I feel as though with it, the pain receeds



It rolls away,

On its new found journey.

No physical indication,

Only memories to remind me of the raging storm within.



They never understood my pain,

Though they are paid to pretend they do.

Yes i am bold enough to admit,

I did go to them for help.

Though to put my emotions into words,

My experiences..

How could they possibly come to an understanding of what Rages within

Willing to destroy me,

And succeeding.



Now as i stand before the mirror, a new found courage arises within



I have fought.

I have withstodd the pain

The shame

The on-going battle.



Though i know its far from over,

I know this is something i must battle,

And on my own, I will.



Though i feel empty.



My past has completely emptied my soul,



My future.