Weeping on the Inside....................................

I feel them welling up deep inside me, in places I dare not go.
They fill me... consume me. If only I could give in to them and let them out.
Instead I keep them... I collect them.
I wait for the tidal wave to come and take me over, so I'm not able to resist anymore.
And finally, they come....and come, until I am empty.
I wish they would come now...I am so tired.

Maya