They yell
they scream
they do all of these
bad
things
They think I'm tough
They think I'm fine
But that's only because they can't hear me
cry
I'm so used to these things
I have cried so much
So much that I have learned how to cry silently
The drops hit the floor
the bed
the pillow
the sheet
everything
That's the only sound I make
They can't hear me cry
They can't hear me sniffle
All they hear is the pitter patter
of drops on the floor
The rain drips from my soul and onto the floor
With only the sounds of false rain
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Fragments
PuisiFragments is a collection of deep poetry that handles multiple topics. Some are just plain sad, but some others might show a positive outlook at the end. I hope you enjoy these poems.
