Every tear I shed
Every dying thought running through my head
How can you tell?
How can you tell what's happening in my mind?
The pain I cannot bear to find
Every tear is an unspoken sentence
But you still understand
You know me better than I do
And you try to help too
But sometimes the tears come on the inside
Where all I can do is hide
Can you read me then?
YOU ARE READING
Inner Silence
PoesíaThe inner silence is always there. Waiting. watching. recording. Recording the chaos and misery of my existence. A collection of depressing poems of my life.
