The rain that cries but doesn’t weep
Still whispers low to every sheep.
It knows too much, recalls it all—
Each broken vow, each silent fall.
So don’t speak words you can’t retrieve—
They scar far more than you believe.
You’ll say you’re sorry, time and again,
And soon forget just where or when.
Don’t ask me “Are you doing fine?”
You’ve always known the same old line.
I’ll be there still, if you should break,
But I wear smiles that are only fake.
I built these walls to hide my flame—
You never asked, you never came.
Each night I drown what I can’t say,
While you just blink and walk away.
Go cry, go shout, go feel the sting—
I’ve held my tears through everything.
I stand while all the world forgets,
While time walks past, I live in yet.
No fire burns what’s already ash,
I died the day I broke and crashed.
So don’t come back, don’t try the door—
I’m not your ghost, not yours no more.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 9:15 PM UTC
The rain that cries but doesn’t weep
Still whispers low to every sheep.
It knows too much, recalls it all—
Each broken vow, each silent fall.
So don’t speak words you can’t retrieve—
They scar far more than you believe.
You’ll say you’re sorry, time and again,
And soon forget just where or when.
Don’t ask me “Are you doing fine?”
You’ve always known the same old line.
I’ll be there still, if you should break,
But I wear smiles that are only fake.
I built these walls to hide my flame—
You never asked, you never came.
Each night I drown what I can’t say,
While you just blink and walk away.
Go cry, go shout, go feel the sting—
I’ve held my tears through everything.
I stand while all the world forgets,
While time walks past, I live in yet.
No fire burns what’s already ash,
I died the day I broke and crashed.
So don’t come back, don’t try the door—
I’m not your ghost, not yours no more.