dust untouched

A Cry baby's thought

She drowned in the words

of people who did not know her.

She drowned in her tears,

a mere part of the oceans.

It wasn't that she seeks empathy

or that she wishes others to cry with her.

Her chest just feels too heavy and too empty,

all she could do was cry. 

But oh poor little cry baby,

sometimes she couldn't cry.

She tried to hurt, she tried all,

just to see the imprint of a single streak.

Others might call her a wimp,

or too sensitive to a cold touch.

But oh her heart was too warm,

she couldn't bear to have cold hands.

Poor little cry baby,

laying awake at 3 am

with no one to stop her tears,

with no teddy bear to hold so she could sleep.