To cry in

He couldn´t get it out.
He was crying inside,everything he felt.
In his own body, letting the grief leak into each organ down to his legs sadness.
Asking his own heart how long do you want to drag this?
It all welled up and the bottle burst, not one teardrop fell from his face, they all slid down his throat.
His castle was his surface he was an inside weeping moat.
He´d covered his head with his pillow his hopelessness clawed, now breathing just enough to live as the dark cloud was absorbed.
You could see it in his face, though he said that thing´s were great, he was down atleast an ugly month for sure, before he hung up on his last mate.