I Cried Myself to Sleep Last Night

All alone, in a room with white walls,
I cried myself to sleep.
The light from my black pillar lamp
Burned straight through me, scourging me.
Wrapped in my green and blue plaid blanket,
I shivered as my tears mingled with the
Drops of water from my hair,
Still wet from the shower.
I listened as you fought
About all the same things you fought about Before.
Tears seeped passed the corners of my eyes
Onto the white cover of my matress.
Soft sobs slipped passed my teeth and through my lips.
Then, I realized why I was crying.
I stared at the checker board of ceiling tiles above me.
As I stared, I thought about how I felt.
Confused.
Not because it was over.
Not because I was sad.
I cried because I was not sad, and it scared me.
I wrapped the blanket tighter, in hopes of shutting out the cold.
But when your heart's turned to ice, you cannot get warm.
I closed my eyes, and looked deep inside myself. I was hoping to see something.
To find some emotion.
But your voices broke through.
The fighting grew louder, but nothing new was said.
And I couldn't change my feelings.
It hurt.
So, last night, alone in a room with white walls,
I cried myself to sleep.