The tears I never cried
Watered down my soul
Sunk my heavy heart
And flushed away all hope
The unspoken
Drowned like silent screams
A floating voice
Remains on the surface
Twirling through my throat
Like a hurricane
Reckless unpredictable
Ready to explode
You can edit the poem and call it the Flood or Flushing. Nevertheless, I like it even with a title that tells us nothing more about the person.