Tears, what are they made of?
Do they only fall when you fall?
Should I cry, whine, or be silent?
What would “he” do?
I didn’t get to say that.
It’s kicked in too soon.
Why? Let me finish.
Did I write enough?
So many questions.
Did I do the right thing?
Will “she” be hurt?
I never get to finish.
“Tears…hmmm, that’s easy! We cry because we’re hurt.”
Is that true?
I’ll never know…
So, I only give a small goodbye,
Smile for me :)
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The Song of Whispers
Puisia collection of poems written by me and my friends. TW: suicide, self-harm, EDs, Grooming, Rape, and topics similar. I am not responsible for anything that might happen to you during or after you read this. You have been warned.
