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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Snippets of Life
PoetryHonestly, was I ever a poet? Here's my attempts at spinning life into poetry-which I hardly know about.