I cry.
In words that make paper cuts in silence
It's better than just crying in sound
Sounds that leave you repeating those sounds, till you drown out the sounds and allow yourself to sleep.
See I've known these sounds too much.
I used music, but it made me cry harder that when I finally found the words, I found a peace, a balance called release.
So I write and write my sorrows
For a tomorrow that doesn't cut in fast enough
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
I cry.
In words that make paper cuts in silence
It's better than just crying in sound
Sounds that leave you repeating those sounds, till you drown out the sounds and allow yourself to sleep.
See I've known these sounds too much.
I used music, but it made me cry harder that when I finally found the words, I found a peace, a balance called release.
So I write and write my sorrows
For a tomorrow that doesn't cut in fast enough
