As the knife cuts into the dark heated depth of my sorrow,the tears flow in red streams from my soul of sorrow and pain.No tears from my mind flow alone now as the depth of the pain is now flowing to the floor in puddles that others never have seen behind the masks that I have created to hide the depth od darkness I am in.As the puddle grows and the darkness becomes true and total,alone stands the lies of false emotions expressed to the world to hide the gloom.I post a sign to warn others of the spill spreading and growing,but no one notices.Just as the foot prints that were left bt others before,the puddle now grows and covers those whom neglected the signs in the past.As my sorrow finally comes to a true and complete end,the ripples in the puddle only now can be seen by those who passed through the puddle earlier,to late to change the flows spread of sorrow.
