Subtle cries, silent screams
to be picked up, cared for, loved
all met with glances over you shoulder as you walk away
You leave me to crumble into ruins of the girl you used to love
It's only now, alone, marred, and in pieces, i realize
I am my only happiness.
awesome piece...sometimes other don't care about our feeling, we cannot blame because they are numb.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is very very true