They tell me I am a city ready to collapse at any moment as they beg me to open my doors and windows.
They ask me to let them see what has cracked my skin and hallowed my ribs and brought so much cold to my hands.
Why should I let them know?
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Silent Tears
PoetryHey.. ヾ(＾∇＾) I DO NOT promote mental illnesses. This was simply made for expression of my feelings. If you don't like it, then don't read it. (: I DO NOT take credit for any of these. Thank you. xx Completed: January 13, 2017
