Shh can you hear the dying pain
Of those near
Sit tight
Until it's right
Your turn is next
Can you see me
Hello
Nothing...
left alone
What am I to do
No heart to share
In reality how should I care
Misjudged
And pushed away
I know I would never stay
I will always be broken
My words left unspoken
My heart barely there
Life is never fair
What did they say
When you call upon the cards so clear
There's nothing to fear
Just opportunities
If I told my story
Expressed my heart
I already know it will be ripped just torn apart
How am I supposed to feel
Nothing seems real
Except those faint voices
Shhh can you hear them...
About the Creator
Elizabeth Hendricks-Walden
Writing is my way out of my own reality
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