Have you ever seen me cry?
Real tears on my eyes?
No, you haven't. So you can go.
And let my tears flow.
Have you ever seen my wounds?
The ones that are burned to my soul?
No, you haven't. So you don't get to heal,
Something you don't think is real.
I've spend way too long for my scar to go away.
But now, I shall show it around in my own way.
Some wounds don't heal,
And scars never leave
Some tears never get dry.
But your heart gets heavy from the pressures of your brain;
So you keep quiet and Die.
YOU ARE READING
Not Seen, But Heard
PoetryFew collections of short poems. Themes mostly revolve around betrayal, love, letting go, and some others of the same sort. The wonderful cover is made by a even wonderful person, Nova.