Crime and Tears

If I were to be arrested for my thoughts, I would have been long gone.
If I were to be captured and locked up, it would be because I can't trust.
If I were to be sent to an asylum, it would be because I can only suffer.
I kill my self in front of you.
You can never see me cry,
But nobody can really know when I cry.
My tears are confined, never to be shown to the world.
That is, unless my tears become irritated enough to come.
If I were to be arrested, it would be due to the many murders that I've committed.
The many deaths I've caused.
The many hopes that have been thrown into that deep, dark pit of despair.
I try my best to climb out of the never-ending hole.
That bottomless void.
My lies.