Tired, as always,sadness in all shades of grey.
And yet, a smile on my face,a facade I have built to protect you from the gloom of my heart.
The tears I hold back, the cries I silence, they had no significance the moment I saw you shed yours.
I was taken aback by the salty cascades flowing down your rosey cheeks, and your suffering made my heart ache.
But, what could I do?
How could I help you heal if I am broken myself?
I cannot repair your heart, for I am all out of glue, from trying to piece mine back together.
Please, tell me, what can I do for you?
I cannot bare to see you cry, and for once, I think I would like to see the sun shine, drying your tears, as I am not capable to do so. I would cry tears of joy in its presence as you smile, chasing the clouds away.
I am happy you came to me, and yet, I am still angered; angered by my inability to dry your tears, I have no handckerchief , I am angered I cannot make you feel okay, angered by this cruel world who took your smile away, even if it is just for a few days.
Yes, today, you cried,
And today, I heard,
I listened,
And I hurt, but less than you.
I felt trap by all these feelings...
What can I do for you?
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Things I Can't Say Out Loud
PoetryHere, I express my feelings in the form of very short poems. These are very heartfelt, as I pour my heart out when writting them.
