My sobs are not loud
Nor are they beautiful
I squeak
And my body shakes
Or I can't breathe
And my body quivers
My mascara doesn't run
In perfect lines
No
It smears across my cheeks
I have spent more nights like this
Than I have spent any other
Because
I
Can't
Do
Anything
Right
YOU ARE READING
Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)
