The loud ones boast and project their scenes,
Always craving the attention that feeds.
The loud ones cry and scream and yell,
Blaming anyone other than themselves.
Every inconvenience is a treacherous act.
Every little story is never to exact.
The loud ones claim to do know wrong
While the perniciousness bellows in their song.
When quite ones scream it's only for God to hear. They can't let go of their fear.
The quiet ones cry at night alone.
They smile in the mornings, making sure others aren't alone.
The quiet ones are the first to tie the rope.
And when the quiet ones jump, they don't leave a note.
+Help is available+ Call 1-800-273-8255 to talk to a counselor if you are experiencing any suicidal thoughts.
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Walking away from you
ŞiirA collection of poems. Adding as I go along so probably never completed. *TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains mature materials and trigger subjects such as rape and abuse. Read with caution please :)
