Private Tears

Once in a while I'll admit

The bathroom is the perfect place for tears

The darkest shadows are filled with light

The deepest holes are inches deep

The thickest blaknet won't cover

The strongest lock won't keep them out

They must not see my smuggled tears

In slience I cry in such pain

The tears help my miserable soul

It struggles to carry my heart

Beaten by cruel love and broken promises

Tape on a smile and go along

You can't hear the truth of these tears.