I used to cry soft gentle rain that toddled pitter-patter on the window pane. No one answered. No one came.
I used to cry barrages of torrents in my white canopy bed. Someone screamed obscenities from the other room “Shut the F**K Up” Someone whacked me on the head.
I used to cry with my face burrowed in my pillow, as a prairie dog. No one answered. No one heard. My tears corroded every word.
I don’t cry anymore
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC
I used to cry soft gentle rain that toddled pitter-patter on the window pane. No one answered. No one came.
I used to cry barrages of torrents in my white canopy bed. Someone screamed obscenities from the other room “Shut the F**K Up” Someone whacked me on the head.
I used to cry with my face burrowed in my pillow, as a prairie dog. No one answered. No one heard. My tears corroded every word.
I don’t cry anymore
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