i’ve been crying for help for the longest time but no one could hear me
no one knew that i was crying all along
no one saw my tears trembling
down my face and down to my arms
arms that needed to be wrapped around another body that wasn’t my own
but only got weak because of all of its broken bones
bones that have been too fragile and have been shot, wounded, and then broken.
broken like my eyes that can no longer widen and brighten but can only sink down to a close and darken.
darken like how the world is doing around me everyday: getting more black and white.
white like how i wish i could keep the page that i write but i scribble, crumble, and make tear it apart to make it cry.
cry like how i do
i want it to feel pain
just like how i do.

© eyesthatcry