She was never one to admit she was broken, and it hurt to watch the days pass, when every night she knew that she'd been left behind. For when the day interrupted the night sky, her shattered heart would always know that nothing broke her more than those she called her own. For there wasn't much to hide these days, and perhaps it was time for someone to hear the screams that came from her soul.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
