Nobody seems to see,
my silent tears.
They all see me,
but not how I feel.
I guess I'm just too hard to read,
or maybe I just hide too much.
Honestly, I have no clue.
I am upset,
crying as I type.
But, of course, as the title says,
they are silent tears.
Originally, this poem was a song.
So now I guess I'll share
what I had intended to share,
a song I made up in the car,
on my way 'home.'
~To the tune of Hold Each Other by A Great Big World ft. Futuristic~
(Keep in note that since I made this up on my drive home I do not remember the lyrics word for word, so some of this I am making up right now.)
I miss the times I used to swim,
all the time swimming consumed.
I miss the people I talked to
Like ohhh.
I was stopped from my swimming,
I'm dead inside can't you see?
I don't know when I'll be free
Like ohhh.
It crashed into me like a boulder,
Making my heart start getting older.
When the days go by and the nights get a little bit
closer,
I clutch my pillow.
I clutch my pillow.
I clutch my pillow,
mmm.
Everything is different now,
YOU ARE READING
Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔
Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...