If only you could hear my pain,
You would hear my cracking joints and screams, in vain.
If only they changed colors; You would see three: Black, Red, and Blue,
Covering my body through and through.
Alas! It doesn’t work that way,
So, I have to get up from my bed.
Put my make up and pretend,
This isn’t that bad or, it’s not the end.
But the tears trickle down, out of control,
Silently, no noise that you can hear.
A trickle dripped down on my cheek,
I see round a drop of pink tear.
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC
If only you could hear my pain,
You would hear my cracking joints and screams, in vain.
If only they changed colors; You would see three: Black, Red, and Blue,
Covering my body through and through.
Alas! It doesn’t work that way,
So, I have to get up from my bed.
Put my make up and pretend,
This isn’t that bad or, it’s not the end.
But the tears trickle down, out of control,
Silently, no noise that you can hear.
A trickle dripped down on my cheek,
I see round a drop of pink tear.
