Who's listening to the young childs teardrops fall to the ground?...
from the pain...the fear...& the torment she endures each day?
Who feels the emptiness in the young childs soul?...
as she searches for that fairytale happiness...while wishing she were looking through another childs eyes?
Who sees the bruises on her outside & the gashes from within?...
from the agony & sorrow of just wanting to fit in?
Who hears her crying in the dark every night?...
while trembling under her bunk but she is still in his sight?
There is No where for her to go...No where for her to hide or to escape from her feelings inside.
It just gets harder the older she gets. The memories & scares will always be there...
BUT NO ONE TO REALLY CARE.
Who's listening?
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depressing poetry...
pretty much poems thas bout it
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