When Crying Dies
At one point in our life we have all cried.
Cried for help yet no one could hear.
No one paid attention or cared,
They simply overlooked you.
As if your pain-filled pleas,
…are nothing.
Your friends try to say what they can,
but how can you listen?
There are guns and cannons going off in your head,
filling your mind with the sound of a war;
The war against yourself,
In which you,
…are losing
One final cry rings out into the night,
in the form of a gunshot.
Who will cry?
Mary doesn’t, John doesn’t even know.
They carry on with their lives,
And don’t see those who,
…are dying.
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