Can'T Not Cry Poem by Annie Jane

Mouth filled with so much salt
These tears might as well come from my tongue.
I'm sorry, I can't not cry.
It makes me form and takes the form of bitter, ugly words
And this blue room fills with air-turned-blue.
I push this pen to breaking point,
I hope the plastic snaps and shatters,
To stop the whole of me from breaking,
And bleeds its black ink-blood on the righteous white of this page.
Air can't find my lungs and I can't feel.
I almost didn't hear my own cry for help,
I sound like a stranger to myself,
Even my silence is foreign to me.