The Unread Tears...

My pillows are the witness

For my eyes wetness.

Every day, it starts

But doesn't tell me how to stop.

My face always have a glow

Trying to hide the low

Happily none came to know

And still , it is in a flow.

My eyelashes drenched

And mind wrenched,

Looking out for a cheer

To pull me out of the fears.

The nights are a pain

Sleepless with mouth shut

Nothing to gain

But making me more insane.

My eyes look weak

Hence, specs became my freak

I started falling ill

Woke up with thought to self- kill.

My tears couldn't hold

But I am trying to be bold

It's been long time this way

But none noticed to say.

It really hurts

I am sick

But Want to convert

To happy kick. 

Will I live for that?

Or my tears would be unread?