Happy face
For this hurt, of which I can not say.
For this pain, which I can not share.
For the one thousand cuts that line my chest.
For the steamy blood that flows from within to drown my burning heart with its sorrow-filled chill.
For my anguish that this pen will not know,
and the pains that this paper will not show:
I'll cry!
But it will not show;
like everything else witnessed by this FACE OF STONE.
© shalex
For this pain, which I can not share.
For the one thousand cuts that line my chest.
For the steamy blood that flows from within to drown my burning heart with its sorrow-filled chill.
For my anguish that this pen will not know,
and the pains that this paper will not show:
I'll cry!
But it will not show;
like everything else witnessed by this FACE OF STONE.
© shalex