Can they not see the dried tears that cascade down my cheeks and rest below my eyes, the crystalline preciseness all the patterns leave?
Can they not hear the grotesque scream I'm constantly screaming?
leaving my voice small and hoarse.
Can they not feel the quaking symphony I hold deep inside?
The one that makes a simplistic yet booming sound.
Can they really not tell?
Or am I simply translucent...?
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 1:57 AM UTC
Can they not see the dried tears that cascade down my cheeks and rest below my eyes, the crystalline preciseness all the patterns leave?
Can they not hear the grotesque scream I'm constantly screaming?
leaving my voice small and hoarse.
Can they not feel the quaking symphony I hold deep inside?
The one that makes a simplistic yet booming sound.
Can they really not tell?
Or am I simply translucent...?