My Tears are Invisible

Its a blank thought
and its about to become free
its tickling the air tonight
and it sets ablaze,
a tear to small to see.

An open book
with another page
a teenage girl
who's about to engage.

A look from another man
and you blush, and wave
remembering who you married
a man who's not so brave.

Chain me to the bed
chain me to my cries
and you will see the spirits linger
while everything wants to die.

Release the hate and pain
and smile and love again
shut your eyes and stop the tears
remember the smell of rain.

I cut myself until I died
I cut a vein to deep
and now I linger on the edge
of a moutain way to steep.

I used a knife, way to sharp
a tear to rusted to cry
and even though I had the wings
I could never actually fly.

Do you long for me
while your alone in agony
do you remember my tears?
do you remember me as the girl
that lived out her darkest fears?

Life looks smaller
across the distance
and its significance seems to lessen
as I fall longer and harder to beat
my innermost state of depression.

They put me in the hospital
where I can count my 9 fingers
where reality is endless
and shadows creep and linger.

And they sit me down
on my own pain
and tell me to stay still
as they get me a glass of water
and feed me pill after pill.

But do they hear my rich cries?
or the slice of the knife, as I pull
nobody seems to hear anything
my tears seem almost invisible.