My silent cries, left unheard
My vulnerability shaken
I pretend for a day
I wear an accessory of happiness to fool myself
Taking a tool hoping to fix it up
However it didn't work no matter how much I tried
One small crack and I was afraid I'd cry
So I took it home
I put a pillow over it
To muffle the screams
To disguise the pain I felt beneath
I cried into the night until my throat burned
Those silent cries were better left unheard.
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Amist The Chaos Pt 1
RandomSunrise and sunsets Doubts and hopefulness. Thoughts that go through my head at random times in my day. - Wrote these in 2018 When I was sad and a little lonely and well I thought of Finally putting it out in public because its just sitting in my dr...
