
about being alone, and crying alone.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 148 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11-07-12 - id: 3072444
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A single tear,
Is all it takes to make a ripple in the pond.
But it takes a flood of tears,
to make someone notice and respond.
So I refuse to cry,
I will hold all my tears inside.
Until a single tear leaks out,
From the glass I try to hide.
My hidden glass then formed a crack,
And the tears started to flow.
Soon the crack grew bigger,
Now more tears will go.
I hide myself from the world,
Showing nobody my grief.
I need to let my tears out,
As my time here will be brief.
So I let my tears openly flow,
Crying all day and night.
I am drowning in my sorrow,
But my tears I do not fight.
My tears have certainly become a flood,
They've overflown the pond.
But no one will ever notice,
Because there's no one there to respond.
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