I cry to my heart’s content
Tears don’t stop their flow still
I cry out loud inside my heart
To stop myself, got no will.
Trust- a word used often
By you to describe our bond
Rust- is what It got often
Its what our bond is now made of.
I try, I try to stop these from
Rolling down my cheeks
I fight them out, shout at myself
Them in me, I can’t keep
My head bursting bad and spinning round
Press myself against the bed
Put my pillow on top and creep
Deep inside my quilt
But won’t stop ringing, my head full of dirt
I slap, shut my eyes, try hard to sleep
Give up, and finally sit.
Take out my loyalist thing I’ve got
A pen and paper to scribble my thoughts
And cry it out here, spill all the beans
I finish off with my silent weep.