I come home late, I sit and converse with my room mates, I have revelations and swear I almost smile and feel me , myself lying underneath the surface of my skin, she's here again. At the end of the night , early morning 2am when I finally force myself to turn off all my lights. I lay there and gaze up at my ceiling. My four walls and I whisper our silent sorrows back and forth. Tears fall down my face. I can feel each individual tear and why they are fleeting my tear duct. She's sad again and forgets who she is behind the tears the shame the sorrow