Aftermath

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She wipes the tears away from her eyes,

She knows she must not cry.

She'll hold it in,

Until she can run home,

Lock herself up in the bathroom,

And weep.

She will listen to music that breaks her heart-

Not that her heart isn't broken already-

She will dwell on the things of the past,

And she will cry tears.

She will fake a smile,

As cliche as that sounds,

For she has learnt that

Much often when one is upset,

One does not wish for the world to know.

She will pretend to be happy

When in truth she is crying herself a river

And the pain in her heart is so much

That she feels like she is breaking in two,

Because no one must know of her sadness

No one must knows of the silent tears

Running down her cheeks,

And no one must know of the many tears

That wet the pillow.

She will be okay,

She will convince herself of that

Even though today the sky is pouring;

How climatic for such a gloomy scene

In her life

And at this time as well;

The sky shall cry with her.

The sky will rain buckets upon buckets of her

Unshed tears.

And she will be okay

Maybe not today

But soon.

She will be okay when

She is ready to deal with the aftermath

Without her heart hurting so badly,

Without the tears that run rivers down her cheeks,

Without the pain that flutters in

Her ribcage.

And she will stop crying these tears

She will pull herself together;

But for now all she will do is cry

Silently

Quietly

And listen to sad music

To soothe her broken heart.

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