It's those moments of silent sorrow.
When all you can do is cry,
but these cries are the kind in he dead of the night.
The ones into your pillow
for the fear of anyone else hearing your true pain.
The numb cries when tears can't form in your eyes.
In those moments you know it's over.
YOU ARE READING
A collection of thoughts
PoetryThe thoughts running through my head, and the pieces left afterwards.
