Bitter Bliss: A Poetry Collection

Do you make a sound?

When you're falling in a city

and nobody is there, 

do you make a sound?

They need to know I'm hurting,

I'm dead inside,

so I'll make my body reflect that.

They'd learn everything.

Things would change.

But not for me, never for me.

I stay the same.

I wonder how the world 

would look from up high.

How long would it take

for the life to seep out?

You hit the ground and then what?

Pain, yes pain, more pain.

I don't think it was high enough.

While sprawled there, I remember.

Yesterday at soccer, where 

I cried the whole time.

No one noticed my shaking shoulders

and I wondered if they cared at all.

No one asked if I was all right.

That would have made all the difference.

But now, I close my eyes

and am peaceful.