A tear...   Upon a pillow...   Drip, Drop, Drip...   A silent scream within my head...   Wanting everything, everyone to just go away!   The pillow very quickly becomes a wash cloth...   It needs to be rung out...   Rung out of all the worries, fears, confusion, fustration...and emptiness that lurks within my rotating mind...   Everything washes away...   But why am I still feeling this way?   What can be my harmless medication..?   I thought it would be tears...   I guess my thoughts were wrong...   Everything is wrong in my twisted head...   Maybe not to me but others...   They are part of the reason that tears falls upson my pillow...   A tear that will never fade...