Nobody Understands, by ♥ Leah ☺
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My tears tell a story,
One I cannot tell,
They tell how hard it is,
Living in this hell.
My cuts tell a story,
One I cannot speak,
They tell how I struggle,
Through each and every week.
My eyes tell a story,
One I cannot say,
They tell how I wish,
I don’t wake up every day.
My antics tell a story,
One I cannot explain,
They tell how I find it so hard,
To cope with all this pain.
My hard front tells a story,
One you will never understand.
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| Posted: 2009-06-30 20:04:00 UTC |
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| 2009-07-24 02:59:43 | BJS |
| Leah this is a really good poem - it makes my heart alive with compassion.
I did sense that the last line is not the real ending to this poem but I too have poems that only say what can be spoken. Thanks for sharing |