I don’t cry.
Crying has always seemed
useless to me.
The tears I bleed mean nothing-
the cries of the agony I cannot express
ring in my eardrums
over the sound of blasting melodies.
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CITY BOY
Poetryin a world of my own mental torture, there was him. memories like daggers now fill my mind. (updates when I can, feedback welcome) check link in bio for more content
no. 27
I don’t cry.
Crying has always seemed
useless to me.
The tears I bleed mean nothing-
the cries of the agony I cannot express
ring in my eardrums
over the sound of blasting melodies.
