I saw her cry away her tears that night,
Her tears sparkled and caught my sight.
Droplet tears turned into a streaming lake,
Her eyes were swollen, her heart in ache.
Her sniffles played a melody to my ears,
She tried to do nothing but hide her fears.
"Being afraid was a mental sickness" he said,
He made her cry and wish she were dead.
Imagine your own father being so cruel,
As to making "no crying" a house rule.
So silently she cries soon hoping to die,
"I'll never be enough, so why do I try?"
Nothing I say will make her feel worth it,
I don't know what to do to make her fit.
It's hard to look at her, the sadness in her eyes,
The laughs and smiles she wears as a disguise.
All the feelings in her eyes she hides,
She's just tired of everyone's lies.
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Poems For The Sad Soul
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