Mum is in her room on Facebook,
I am across the hall in my own room.
In our family there's a hidden rule,
When one person cries, they do it in solitude.
So on nights when I can hear her cry,
I gently sit on my bed and stare into the sky,
I wonder if she can hear me now?
Even if she did, by morning it is almost as if I hadn't.

So if a tree falls down in the forest and no one hears,
Did it really fall?
So if I cried all night in my room and everyone pretends to not notice,
Did I really cry?

I guess I didn't cry....
But my eyes sure do make me out to be a liar.