The sounds of sadness
The cacophony of a disorganized mind.
The pulsing heartbeat of the anxious
These are the echoes of the mind
The tears of depression
Bouncing against hard unforgiving concrete
The silently searing scars on the subconscious
A pain that cannot be beat.
These sounds echo all around us
Yet it seems we turn an unlistening ear
Just because you cannot see the scars
Doesn't mean somebody isn't fighting a battle my dear
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
The sounds of sadness
The cacophony of a disorganized mind.
The pulsing heartbeat of the anxious
These are the echoes of the mind
The tears of depression
Bouncing against hard unforgiving concrete
The silently searing scars on the subconscious
A pain that cannot be beat.
These sounds echo all around us
Yet it seems we turn an unlistening ear
Just because you cannot see the scars
Doesn't mean somebody isn't fighting a battle my dear
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