The rivers flow from sunken eyes,No one hears these silent cries,Except the room,But I assume,Even the air,Doesn't give a care.Into my pillow I weep,Can't fall asleep,Until the warm tears,Through the pillow sear,Burning as my eyes,Shed silent cries.Convulsive sobs,Gather in mobs,Flowing upon the sheets,Hysteria is my defeat,No turning back,My eyes close it's black.Then I sleep,Curled up in a heap,My lashes soaked,By thoug...