In The Safety Of My Room

I sit in my room and lye on my bed; I put on my music to drown out my crying. I feel the sadness begin to overwhelm me, and take over me like some kind of cancer. I remembered myself earlier, telling me not to let myself cry. However I’m now in the safety of my room, and I can freely cry my heart out. One tear bursts the banks of my eye, and flows like a river down my cheek.