You will cry if you will...
Read my thoughts.
Cast an eye over my story.
Listen to my side.
Recognize my real life.
Feel my pain.
Notice how weak I am.
Touch my scars that I had made.
See me crying silently at night.
Hear me screaming on my head.
Feel my coldness.
And most of all.
You will cry because I'm physically alive but inside I'm actually dead.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Words
PoetryYou never know the hearts you silently break with the words you never say. -Bryant Mcgill
