Crying alone only silent tears
Not meant for anyones ears.

Sitting in a room all to herself,
Trying to drown out the screaming
With her silent tears.

Walking to the table she reached
Inside a drawer, pulling out
The knife- another silent tear, fearing there might be a 'moro after all.
Sitting - cutting, into her wrists, trying to forget the night she could never forget.

Cutting deeper, trying to forget all the pain

Another silent tear, for the pain this would cause her mother, but not really caring anymore.

Sitting, cutting, feeling no more sorrow- she realeased the last silent tear.