Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2020
It's at the end of the day
When you've spent hours
Telling people you're fine
That you have a plan
That's when the music ends
And the car starts
And you let go
And the sobs come out
And the cold wind
Whips the colder tears against your face
Like a never ending wave
And your heart beats faster
And you remember
That no one knows
They don't know
How broken you really are
Marisa Lu Makil
Written by
Marisa Lu Makil  25/F/Holland, MI
(25/F/Holland, MI)   
64
   Junior McIntyre
Please log in to view and add comments on poems