Friday night and I'm not alright
Tears burn hot behind my unfocused eyes
But I force myself to keep them inside until I'm alone
God forbid anyone sees them roll
Hot down my cheeks, leaving a trail of sorrow and
loneliness
despair
worthlessness
Tears hold so many secrets
But no one listens.
YOU ARE READING
Can You Hear Me?
PoetryPoetry by me-all original-about life, death, and everything inbetween. COVER ART DONE BY: WattMadchen1 Thank you so much! PHOTO BY: Me-edited before she did. I own the rights to original photo. :) -Chelly
