The girl that can’t cry
has a heart so cold
buried under frozen tears
rhythm; untold.
While her mind digests,
her soul is dead fire
it can touch, but can’t feel,
she longs for desire.
She can’t hear love
Because she cannot bear pain
She’s left listless and numb
burnt out and tamed.
She can’t blame her past,
though her past is to blame
she puts on a mask
to suit rules of the game.
On the outside, she’s a warrior,
but pain soars to the sky
her once flourishing well
of emotions ran dry.
She attempts to try
any means of escape,
to connect and to feel,
energized and awake.
She longs for someone
to read between the lines,
but deep deep down
she just wishes to cry.
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