The ugly cry of relief

Teardrops trickle down her cheek
Across her face forming little streams
Lying in bed, feeling weak
Holding the pillow, as she screams

Secretly, not wanting to hold back
Trying to let go all of the pain
She's been following the wrong track
To the edge of becoming insane

It's seems to have been such a long time
Since she cried and stopped standing strong
It almost feels like a fucking crime
Though she is doing nothing wrong

Suddenly it stops, it's all gone
Emptiness starts to replace the sorrow
She's regaining her usual brawn
As her spirit looks for tomorrow

A few blinks with her bleary eyes
Drying the tears which were left behind
She falls asleep, and dreams, and flies
Starting a journey through a clear mind