When no one's around,
To hear you cry,
Do you make a sound?
Do you really hurt,
Though no one can see?
When they look in your eyes,
But can't see your pain,
Where will it go?
Your arms?
Your legs?
Or maybe your throat?
Where must you bleed for this pain to end?
Find someone,
Show them the wound that bleeds,
The heart that aches,
Show them your scars that won't heal,
Let them love you.
All pain can end,
I hope yours ends soon,
Or it may end you.
Posted on October 18, 2008 at 1:30pm — 7 Comments