while
people are
made out of
souls and bones,
you are
made
out of
stones.
i've heard
people
describe
you as
"sorrow".
and sadly,
that is
what you are.
you are
the
embodiment of
sorrow,
grief,
and
mourning.
you are
sad
to the core;
you are
sad
to every last
boulder
that holds you.
you are
made of
stones,
feeling nothing
yet
everything
all at once.
i hope
people
stop
throwing
you into
the water
for fun.
YOU ARE READING
Tears For You
Poetry❝ i wished i had said that it was okay to cry, but instead i cried tears for you. ❞
