One Night

The pain overtakes me, fills me.
So many times, always the same.
My tears are so familiar,
They slide down my face,
their path etched by many years of travel.
Who am I , this person,
where tears mark the days,
and each moment lived,
is another mistake, regret.
The tears have run out,
and, oh, how the sorrow grows,
My trembling body can no longer stand,
I fall to my knees, and the anguish
travels from the tips of my toes
it travels into my throat,
and how badly I want to let it out,
The life's worth of unwanted fears.
The walls I've been holding down are still suppressed,
Still I want to be free,
the pressure this causes makes another tear fall,
and slowly trickles down the oh so familiar trail,
Every time that single tear falls,
and makes its way down my face
till I taste the bitter taste in my mouth,
Another small piece of who I was is gone.
Should I let the walls up and become an empty shell,
or should I keep the walls down and hope and pray
that this will all end soon,
and that there will only be a few short days left to live.