Curled up
On the floor
Racking sobs
Behind closed doors
An empty room
A lonely heart
The cracking sound
Of it breaking apart
Silent screams
Flooding tears
No one knows
No one hears
With a red nose
With mascara-trail cheeks
With bloodshot eyes
She begins to speak
A plea to mend the stolen heart
The tragically beautiful theft
But no one around listens
Because there's no one left
So down come the tears
Cascading once more
Alone in the darkness
With no light anymore
Screaming and sobbing
Screeching and crying
Yelling and weeping
The tears aren't drying
And then there is silence
The tears flow without a sound
She must find a way to fight
On this new battleground
With a broken heart
With her brain unmanned
With her shattered spirit
She stands
She looks in the mirror
She is shaken to the core
Her gaunt reflection frightens her
And the crying comes once more
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Written in the Wondering State
Thơ ca"If we exist only to someday cease, Who are we here to please? These drops of life we continue to seize; Do they make us thieves?" If poetry is constantly spilling out of me like ink upon the parchment of an aspiring writer, then why not write it al...
